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You underneath a rock If you can't tell this going platinum
You can't feel my fabric, it's lavish
It's unheard material not to be found in a pageant
No

my favorite thing to do
But only when you are here too
Add some ginger or perhaps two
I'll love it if it's made by you
Now tattooing the gingerbread
I

If you don't got no product, nigga, why are you the loudest?
Y'all remind me that a nigga always gotta be about it
Take me to Portugal, baby, let's hit

hear me out until the end
Get rid of all this wicked doubt
Underneath the stars I play to you in open arms
I'm so sorry, this is not how it's meant to be

a beach whale
That's tha story, it's quite ill
and all fat girls y'all besta chill
All overweight freaks stay off my block
Cause it's eerie to have a fat

Nice guys cum last, I'm only slightly friendly
I'm like Linus, I always need my blankey
I never wash it, bad bitches love it sticky
Playing Pokémon,

life underneath a guillotine
Be in charge of your life, stop making it a damn scene
Look yourself, and lack of wealth and realize there’s no in-between

want the most isn't
What's underneath your clothes, is it?
What you never show
I want it, I need it
Hit play then repeat it

Grab me by my waistline,

I thought I saw
You pass right outside my door
I ran
But you must have gone the other way
I turned around
And I saw you all by yourself
I touched

It isn't hard
You start Google searching how to be a star
It won't be long before they all know who ya are
Who ya are

But hurry up
You know

George and Sons
By the pool, spend some time, wit important ones
Crack a brew for good vibes cause it's more to come
We took it from the lunch room,

my last name up
Keep my chin up
Take the A up
Turn that city to chin town
Always running up a clock
But i am not a mouse
Even if I never see it tock

Rockstar lifestyle, knew that I would Make it Staying up high all night, time Racing
Put the plan in motion, took some time, Yeah, I had some

I want you all to myself you ain't for no one else 
cnd I want you to feel me baby
You and the money decisions are part of my vision 
I think it

don't know your Man
Your girl goes down while I smile and I grin
I swear by the hair's on my chinny chin chin
I need you badly
Skrrrt to your house

A phonecall is all I have to spare
No deal to me you cut your hair
You can twist my words to suit your lies
But it's only you seeing through your

1112

GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds

Pistols Blazin

Dru Down

Stackin Chips

1997

the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him up

It's all business
So when the picture come bouncin' off yo head
Don't take it personal
Money makin' needs no

You keep coming up in my mind
I try to get you out my head but it's always occupied
By you and ways that I can make you mine, all mine
It's true,

dude, a nigga with respect
But if you violate, you get your chin checked

More than roughwe're calling your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes

Day by day

Mo' Mail

Spice 1

Hardest Hitters

2002

Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in

Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker

Ay, g-nut, spice,

you smell the rot
Slippery is the tricky slope
Off with heads pull the chin as I cut the throat
Smoke a eighth as I watch it all go up in smoke
I'm dead

a gold chain with a pair of matching earrings
Million dollar watch cause you did a little time in the pen
And dodged the grave by hairs of your chinny chin

poison 
And when the winds all change 
We see the earth go with it 

And I know, these sands of blood have finally turned to ash 
And I broke, underneath