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to me
My shine's finna fuckin' blind the weak
I'm 'bout it 'bout it, hangin' wit' the slyest heap
Might be who they gon' try to be
And ion mind the least

On Halloween was Lil Jon thought I was super crunk
Cant catch a break nobody cares I woulda never thunk
I woulda never caught a case if I ain't buy the drugs
I

community is fueling me
wit duties of the math
society
but its the addict who matters 
to teach sobriety 

CHORUS

you broke by the shit that you do
I make all of the racks and the stacks and Decisions
6 on the bass and it cut with precision
You jump on stage

cloth for all of us here to be cut from the same one
Played this by mistake shorty lil cake shake to the bass drum
She said I ain’t know you made twerk

tho, trill shit
Flowers in my skin, inked up, I'm a business
Play me on the radio who is this
Lil biddy wit da body you can put me on the A list
Everyone

to fake them out with a pump
On my Lil Jon with that crunk
Call my shooter up he gon' dump
Drop and give me them C Notes
Weigh them out by the kilo
Last

Best Kept Secret

Diamond D

Live at Tramps New York "In Memory of Big L.," Vol. 2

1999

ya girl says ya got a small wee wee
Now ya want to go upside her head (What you talkin bout!!!)
Then you feel intimidated by the things she said (Yo

and you know what ain't one
99 condoms, and you know that they guns
99 models, and my homies A-1
You know what they brung: Rollies and fullys
Mackin' wit

writing in my momma basement
Now I'm on all the bass it's crazy
You can catch me at home with the foreign
Wrist so icy I gave it away
I'm just kidding I

Better days
Better haze
Better phase
For fire set ablaze
People sacrifice they fam for a lil bit praise
And for that nigga you should be ashamed
Never

me talk my shit

Verse 1 

Bitch I’m Leanin got the money face
If you ain’t getting money stay the fuck away
I’m riding shotgun with a lot of bass
Got

chain 
who da man 
I keep myself surrounded  by some dime pieces err night
Tall and short and thick and skinny black and white err errrytype 
Keep em

thought lil old me
Pull up to Quincy Jones party with Kool Moe Dee who told me
That night when I was feeling out of place
Through his dark ass shades he

on the grind
For the Dough

I been done been player of the year
I'm the cat you call when them baddies in there
Game hundred grand if your girl in there
Better

I pull up wit'Ness on je'hoe- va' he'me'ent'Lee (Vehemently) 
Way by she described got in her pants
Outta pocket like car'go, enter'prisze twice
Got

corny cuz it sounded like a fake line 

But who am I 
Just a seed from the grapevine 
Fuck you looking at my plate for bitch 
I ate mine
 
Yeah
Fuck

Sway?)
I'm posin' like a praying mantis
Who found its prey just by the way she dancin'
A lil strange like Marilyn Manson
Except I'm the guy they b sayin is

For a second ima 
Hit em wit a lil funky flow 
Funky in the street 
Dippin in an out of road

Doin what I gotta
Till campaign blow 
Doin what I do