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stay by my side, pussy pop like my nina
Can't hit my ride cuz my main chicks a creamer
I had to get back to the trap, I make stack off of rap, but they

a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm

Toney Sigel [Aka Barrel Bros.]

Ghostface Killah

GhostDeini the Great

2008

the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin'

Toney Sigel a.k.a. the Barrel Brothers

Ghostface Killah

The Big Doe Rehab [Clean]

2007

little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard

Yo Hevinz
You Told H Ain't No More Days Off In This Muthafucka Rii
Yeah
That Includes Holidays Too
That Mean We Late For Work No
What The Fuck You

While we in the club poppin'
Bottles by the casket
Passin' 'em out, laughin' (Hah)
Meetin' with plugs, eatin' shrimp
Talkin' expansion greeted with hugs

nightmares with the mask on and Jason 'em
Machete time, I won't shoot you
Take the mask off, played to death: I am Future
But don't pass your presence

with Bobo and we screaming out vibes 
In a foreign and we got the loud pipes (Rrr)
Roll it up hit the gas and I drive by 
Danny 10 I'm the king you just

fears
I shoot em down
Hunid rounds
Hunid rounds

Line em up
Pick and choose
Off em quick 
Fuck a rule
Break them
Live life
All strife 
We bust by

Social Studies

Bizzy Bone

Heaven'z Movie

1998

he die crazy baby let's go to the
Parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
Manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I

he die crazy baby let's go to the
parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I

(Black Lip Pastor)
We in Frankies castle with the pack though
Motherfucking pack
Top want me to go to rehab
Told him I would go too
Probably just

not a goddess
God's got my back, but the Devil's got my eyelids
Step up to the throne, still high off the hot shit
Never got the pass but I pass for

hear Satan spit a message on Earth
I'm the illest west of Lincoln Boulevard
Don't make me pull a card out and
Show you how it was earned
I'm pastor quite

Yah yah
Yuh yuh
Why you so ill off the chill pill
Yuh
Yuh yuh
Vey
Uhh
Why you so muhh' fucking ill off the chill pill
Bitch I caught you sucking dick

the time to hate you
Just miss jokes on TV based off truth In my land, the pastor promises that Jesus
loves you You ain't gotta put up or prove

Don't bother

Yeah, we gotta bring it back for Ye
We have to pray, besides what the pastor say
I have to say, since Steez passed away
Most of rappers don't even

Madness

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

the omen in the moment of most
Runnin in churches with my gun, I'm nervous
Disrupt the service, ask the pastor, "Where do I worship?"
My life is

came with a hit I juss wann release
I came with a shawty she wann go deep
I wrote a verse and she saw I'm a beast
I told her I'm pastor so I'm ready

Long live seven though
I'm bringing seven home
Don't use the head up on your shoulders
We gone take it off
They see me in the stars
And wonder if I'm

Lost Nuskie was devastated
How the fuck lil' Marcus OD? He don't fuck with medication
Drac' on me in every state (blrrrd)
You stay by the pastor 
We

world has been put in a web
All of the greatest are dead
All of these people just poppin' off playlists
And seem to end up in my head
I need whiskey

better, WHA!

[Baby Sham]
Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters
You feel this

nothing G
Imma solve my boredom elsewhere
By writing good raps
Homie this is self-care
Look
I'm a hip-hop pastor
Preaching the end of days and visions