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I spit that hot shit on the beat ,but I'll leave your ah disease
No we ain't pullin' no drive by , pull up on the side and hop on feet
These
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Cold cash money
Yo, I hear a beat like this and I'm about to go off
Just to get to where I am, I think of what it cost
And what the fuck I've lost
Sleepless nights
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
If I tell my people I love 'em, I really mean it (I do)
Niggas better not trip out in public, we bound leave 'em
material simple?
Then hear me out
This is Ted O'Connell
He's a family physician (A family physician)
And he's a residency program director
And also author
ta name like da loop clique wit a piece n chain or da gutta chiccs i luv a gutta chicc im dwn by law like da ric tic im no good wen it cum to these
on fire
It's blood red and torching any horizon it desires
Spit in the face of the deceased
Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
Spit in
fights out in Thailand
I spit the fly shit, accompanied by fly bank
Use the flows that have me diving up in thighs tan
Purple rain, no Prince, summer
still Nas to listenin'
It's me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch
Movin' backwards, the Chronic jumps out the Backwood
As the leaf
checks out
Baby this is what I know now
All in did it for the show now
Classic spit it from the soul now
No traffic never will I slow down
Baby this is
than a speeding bullet"
"HEAVY!!"
Yeah, deliver us
Talk to them Heavy
It's Ted Talk Three (Big Dogg)
Teddy Manson
Heavy Clouds (turn up your shit)
Left
Now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
Before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick
a friend till the end that didn't drop dead and his name is Fred who took out Ted cause Ted was mislead deceived by Ed who despises Fred that happens to be
Long Beach and all of my peeps
Holdin' it down, I spit for the meak
We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance
So now it's on us, it's
blessings when I get my crucifix sucked
By these virgin Marys or Magdalenes
Receive my body for communion, it's happening
The bar cut me off, a sin for my
some fire
I break down but I lift you up
Don't feel none but I give you love
I'm sorry that you never gave a fuck
It's prime time and you're out of luck
to the face
Tell me yo soul is it lost in this place with no way are you hurt I’ll take you out of space
Thinking to much I’ll slide off in a wraith you
a fix
You know that we can supply you
Nigga will rob you
Get stomped out by a bunch of
Niggas with B's on they hats
But no, we ain't Piru (Brooklyn,
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
call me Jason
Call me Freddie
Or Ted Bundy
Call me Michael
I raise hell
Wherever I go
I spit shells
Call it gun flow
When it comes to this rap shit
I'm
they told me
Talk like I was Ted, Right?
(TED Talk)
Resurrect the tribe just like I met Phife
(Wait, wait, wait)
You boys need to meditate instead
it when it come out
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some
show your tits, meet a nigga back stage
Where you'll see me pull my dick out and lick on it
Me and Webby hurting
And we murdering any motherfucker
Listen I'mma ball 'til I fall
Spit it like I did it
Ride 'til I die with my
Finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'mma get it how I'm
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