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to know about me 
baby love to be up on me 
She just thirsty for the money 

Oh woahhh 
Party packin
That's a show woah
Michael Jackson
With the glow woah

Waiting for a mushroom cloud to rise up just off shore
Waiting to get sent off to fight and die, and I don't know what for

So it's hard to care about you,

act like they don't know what the riots about
Why Saleem give 27 of his life away
Pull us over, DWB on the license plate 
Before these teachers, they

and the Parrots, they will all just get embarrassed
I left Ocelots in last, 'cause I don't know what rhymes with that
There are ten teams, forty people, and we're

talking Barney
Them little boys they don't concern me
Now all the single ladies now put your hands up
And even if you got a man that dude is bankrupt stand

distort the lens
Oh they don't fuck with me
Do this shit myself like fuck a friend
The fuck they talking bout
Niggas know they gotta let us in
The fuck they

sorry
She better give me that sloppy toppy
Even if I don't get it, I don't care, I got Ferraris
They don't know what I do when I pull up in that Rari
Said

I don't give a fuck about the pain
I don't even care what you wanna say to my face
Keep your bullshit coming to my face
Imma just grind silently

can't depend on no one so its all on me been by my lonely so honestly 
I don't care what you talkin bout
I been on the move so please don't tell me how

money my dancing different 

How Michael Jackson did it

No, I need liquor so help pour in this 

Nigga don’t let the strippers inside here witness

on and years go by
The drive we had it seemed depleted
Getting fucked up wasn't fun no more
It made us feel defeated
Looking round and who was there
Like I don't

the background
They fuck up with me, I got racks now
You say you got bodies, no cap now
Michael Jackson, I beat it, my head down

Don't clue me, that shit ain't

Movas & Shakers

Inspectah Deck

Uncontrolled Substance

1999

the S.O.S. call
I N S to the rescue about to bless ya'll
Got 'em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall
They ants ya'll and I remain to stand tall

Three blunts down no reaction
Choppa like to sing like michael Jackson
Pussy so wet got me bragging
Fake friends said they miss our interactions
Going

Montana
This for the times they left when I need it
Bought me a coupe and that mothafucka keyless
I'm Michael Jackson to the pussy I beat it
Making some

Sleeping on you niggas Michael Jackson with the propofol
Getting gifts for nothing always felt that it was Oprah's fault
You get a punch
You get a gun
You

YNG Co like a king you better bow down
Waiting for my queen to wear the crown now
Waiting for my queen, shoutout Michael Jackson I don’t
Need a billy

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

shoulda never hit the corner.

Keep straight like a hot comb.

Keep the burner.

Real nigga by default.

As solid as they come ain’t no leaks in

Strapped & Deadly

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

on a grill nigga I don't smile
Southeast home of the illest for reala
My hood like the michael jackson video thrilla
Lookin like they climbed out a grave

diminished
They sit down in the back of
A house clouded with smoke
"You'll get a couple G's if you
Kill this bitch" they were told
He owes us a lot of money

metal
Only thing you've driven by is floss and dental
Breath so stank they should give you a medal
Chillax bro you ain't the rap devil
Sit down Bryson

about my life and you in every single page
So let's just run away
Baby we can get lost inside the night
Look into your eyes they out this world just like

Bench players complaining about the starters
Try hard in practice
Not talking bout madden
My niggas don't play games, like EA
Pull the analog a hit