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SHEESH

Big Blanco be popping out 
Yo hoe sleazy but I'm on my paper route
After I hit boy its nothing to talk about 
Had to kick her out she gotta runny

We Still in This Bitch

Juicy J

Underground Luxury

2013

a nigga like me, with a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin but some bad bitches in my clique
Wassup Eastside?
We

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Aye
I'm in the booth with the gliz in my lap
Niggas is losers they begging for straps
Oodle your noodle your shit gon' get

really still feel
And that's where that boy was left with nothing but the scattered 
Realizations that love's not a complicated matter
That bad is

take all the boys and the girls in the world
And I'll trade them this morning for my sweet Ocean Cloud
I've seen too much of life
So the sea is my wife

of my peers and increasing the gap 

(Polo)
On the block of the Beck
Where they never retire
I started with a cookie just to build a empire
You talking

stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is doin

B.i.t.c.h that what u is
Pour me a capital ach
Since u cappin lil bitch
Uppin the mac it

bitter
Had to find a way to stop crying long rivers
By playing songs, I gotta thank Mac Miller
Cuz that was my escape, music was the way
But still it hurt

wet nigga where my coat at
dressed in black but i'm not no Kodak
Pass my wok nigga where my cup at
mmmm that's that good soda that soda nigga that shit

Ironic it rain where it pour, we remain in the war
By the store be the dealers and shoulders
That’s carrying weight on the daily
Paper be daily
Like it’s

my shoes now I walk on the back of 'em (ayy)
Rest in peace to Tray Savage, I'm tryna MAC something
Sellin' that dope turnt up my crack somethin'

and dabs
Cats dropping cuts from the nineties
Thrashed, in the cut where you can find me
Girl Scout in my ashtray
All the pretty bitches shake it
Tight

us deliver us to some better days
Coming from where I’m from
Where I’m from
Could’ve had a heat stroke
Waking to the corner store boy
Coming from where

Uh (yeah), yuh (yuh, Hit-Boy)

Not off the alcohol, tonight my mind's sharp as a dragon claw (dragon claw)
And by my calculation, I go as hard

Is where a nigga count 
Burn the money fast
This a fire house 

In a higher place 
My nigga ain't make it out 
So I find a way 
Plugging through

Anything Goes

South Park Mexican

Time Is Money

2000

times 
You boys want to play we don't runaway
Got damn i forgot what i was going to say 
Something about 45's and Mac 11's 
Desert Eagles and A K 47's

Chow, and Mr giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP
Aight, now boy, not tonight
I where a bomb to the court
Like it's a ice white
I'm real ice

out tonight
My boss is cool but I'm sick of him, I'm glad I got work but I wanna go out tonight

I wanna wanna get dressed up tonight, I wanna wanna

dying tonight
Look load up the Mac
Its time to ride tonight
Im disguised like a woman
Mask over my face
Gloves on my hands
Look no evidence for the case

Thug Lordz

Yukmouth

Godzilla

2003

white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he

Live It Up

2Pac

The Outlaws of Comedy

2005

straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!

Verse Two:

5 in this sombrero Living large I'm A Big Mac
Double my cheese I want big racks I am the king
This is big facts You are my son Call me step dad
Maya

Crestside

Mac Mall

Untouchable

1996

big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot

put on the T
So I stay with a Mac and no cap on my rap
When I speak, it be facts
He ain't one of the guys, you on wax gettin' tax
Gotta get to the bag,