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the big top
We want y'all to sit back and enjoy
And if y'all get offended
We don't give a shit

Where the hell my dirtbagz at?
Put your hands up, God damn I

Ooh la-la
Sing ooh la-la-la-la
C’mon y’all

I’m coming fast I’m coming hard
Ready to blow up like a bomb
I’m in a rush I got a crush
And my

to the heights Brooklyn in my bloodline
A couple joints hitting my jack this ain't a love line
Back when I was broke sitting on a mail box
Y'all wanted niggas who

Monster Muzik

Cam'ron

Gunz n' Butta

2011

that Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write "Thrillers" like Quincy Jones!
G4's speedboats and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all chest out, y'all

Kundalini energy rise through the spine
You either get lost or get down with the ride
Shoutout the ones in tune with self
I admire y'all vision, y'all

ran up what's crackin'?
Fuck Money Matt, got poked by a faggot
Y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans
Y'all need to stop rappin' (Boom)
Y'all ain’t spin for

B-Sav, niggas trippin' Fuck bout a opp y'all niggas be snitchin

I'm chasin' this bag, this shit gettin' heavy Niggas know me, you get shot with a semi
I

listening to me here
I’m a cross roads type. A boss on mic’s. I rock all night so we can all get hype
I’m all those raw flows y’all don’t like cuz y’all know

finna' eat, not off a plate though (Not off a plate)

All y'all done flake, I'm finna shake, count up the racks with my squad (Yessir) 
Ma got some cake,

stopping us
Bitches stay be on a spell that's why they fuck with us
Are we ever gonna sell nah
The fuck
All y'all niggas finna talk while I'm the dropping

Think you competing with me
Better go fasten ya seatbelts in need of some help
Y'all ain't fast enough too far ahead of all y'all
You ain't catching

I hope y'all brought y'all bougie boards
Let's rock out
(Y'all niggas know how the fuck we coming my man Zakfu chopping shit)
Montage of Fu, locked

We the best music for real
Far-Fetched like a dog
I'm sitting here, like Pog
And I am on the beat, giving y'all some fire
Which should be the one

I say when you have had enough of me
If you don't like that well go suck a D
Y'all are missing the point like a donut
Look at all the points I throw

I'll be on the go with bars, till you see it on my wrist 
Me, I can't relate to y'all 
But y'all don't listen
Fake it till y'all make it, they support

coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yeah we run it
Yeah we run it
Y'all don't want it
Cause my coast run it
Oh
We run this shit
We run this

Trash
All of y'all trash
Came inside the game just to get a quick smash
Let me find a rapper with a little longevity
Not just hella long money
I'm

Got the juice, not one dude can contain me
Y'all be hyping all this trash, yet you hate me
Y'all ain't real rap fans if that's what you on
It's 2020,

insult all them bitches who wanted to throw this lil Function
I mean I get it, y'all think y'all the shit with a hit at your crib
Hit your friends like

Bring It On

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

x2]
Hey, yo, y'all niggas want war?
Bring it on, c'mon
Y'all want war with Sheek?
Bring it on, c'mon
Y'all tryin' to stop how I eat?
Bring it on,

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
Hey y'all, I had to take some time
To focus on my past reflections
Anyways the albums almost

shit a game, huh?)
(Hahahaha, y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?)
The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out)
The fuck

Child Support

Ice Cube

Laugh Now, Cry Later

2006

want child support
Get it out your ass bitch

Y'all niggas know
Y'all bitches know
Where you get it from
Who's the original
You got your daddy's

Get Your Hands Up

Fergie

The Dutchess [Australia Bonus Tracks]

2006

holdin' up the spot

We goin' get it going
Even if y'all don't be knowing
"Y'all don't be knowin'"
Cuz this shit that we throwing get going gone