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great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin
, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin Christian
of you) Can't let you get, oh no (Ha, yo, yo, yo) He has a little game that he plays Clever little ways and a hot boy style Racks up on the dough that he makes Flash a
't let, let him go no Can't let you get, oh no He has a little game that he plays Clever little ways and a hot boy style Racks up on the dough that he makes Flash a
it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven ways Hollow tip graze 'ell put a part through ya waves Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla I pop somethin' do a
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man Just rhymin' over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
right now I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming till I'm full on my stomach I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing
Stop your facing, shank you with knives You're missing a born soldier, operation declined I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine A hundred steps
are wholesale, food stamps, coupons Yellow mustard Phantom car and Grey Poupon I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a
to sit down with you. You want ??? people ???") 11:18 ("??? he got a depth charge" "???" "I'm not a stoner" "???" "I'm not a stoner" ??? "No way, man
the city's ill, cats kill Still black man holds nine, gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H, be the light of Shamar Work hard, Shamar, C-Cipher A.L.L.A.H Adapt
that's what I've got for you Nineteen ninety five, four hundred dollars down And just ten bucks a week It's two short hours from New York city A Pocono
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic Build off of rhymin calisthetics I'm determined, I raise a
get flipped I'm a hustler, I know a hundred and one ways how to hustle Do what it take to get paid, hit the block Runnin' the shop or pimp a bitch That's a
not to think A smooth talking business man and he convinced old Hoke and Stan That booze was made for selling not to drink That old spring city fally
