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Heeyo
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with shit
Breakfast
I want to welcome everybody to the rap room
aint a mixtape
is life!

Its been a long time get me accuainted with the famous
You know how 0 my aim is
Long range snipers, clash of the titans python
In this 300 lee knightis
Snob in the bulbllegoose, down the interstate
Where fiend put them needles in arm and let them penetrate
Leaning with my fitted straight
With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute

Check my armor no clouds in my

ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two glock on me, bang its the wanted war
That was so fly, now we bought anotha
Screaming out thug pouring belve on ya heart
I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can song with it, uncut raw it
Chop bricks trips ot,
We I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC

Yeah, fish scale nigga, up ghost this

by the old tree, moving by coke leaf
Drama let the lama lick like Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And em in a lexus
Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the
And I keep them clipse on a
Yes sir, I'm bar, Louis bag and fuck em all
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I it all

Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I it all

Nascar game, why the fuck I starr
Im the franchize nigga, Chris Paul
Empty out the hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With twohundred thousand and then fuck it off
King of the got em done bitch cut raw
She the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft

Black Superman, yeah I'm a law
I put this hollowtip on quarter you broken jaw
ER be strong

Blindfold bitch toss her in the trunk
the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, I rap the punk
be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks
The breakfast club no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat for lunch
Im hungry I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin my glock packed a punch

Or have em catch em send the pinebox

Leave head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up
Sometimes I be in B K, Fab on the freeway
Lincoln continental and I copped it off on
I pop like its my b day, force power
Under my hood like its an relay
My Flow Rida on time, no
I rais a million send it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money talks Dre and Pharrell on threeway
28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never shit
I just drop then cop, and then I shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All The Benjamins
In for the benefits I be down in ten on six
em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in

Dam was good, but I'm still hungry

And I'm it, I be out in venice shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness
say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the five I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the city of I would get it in
I was outcasted andre,
Now I slide through in my dominican woman

She like putting on in, yeah

You sip me hills, whines perril sell
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap
Big phantoms, sweet
see like a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the with chrome glock
Jay Electronica, a dome shot
So I had to steal it, I had the killin
I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit

Yea keep wantin

by the subway, fillin through the projects
Come to the or for an object
Number one prospect, the day I was drafted
Aftermath matic the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the
Talking ratchets, never touched a automatic
this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, throw it whith my classics

Drama you have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem

Yeah trash baggin, is crack
And I know you feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck placks
Aint on no beef shit, but its fuck the rats
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of
Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you
Catch em in the club, when I stomp em flat
Nigga get up that, go get a fucking bat

I you bout this fucking rats

They even snitch and over to catch
No matter how you look at it I hate fucking
Get my bottle of and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla
fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war a fucking fathead
Two nines on back one sack, yeah
This my block and you niggas cant trap

Unlkess you wanna get here, head wrapped yeah

Im killing niggas, I have a hundret tattes
Celebrate death, toast bottles and clap beers
Its gon be a summer, come through like burr
The red bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes
The B S H just in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the in this muthafucka
I should let off a couple straighs in muthafuck
Fuck that. kinda get in this muthafuck

Yo, tell friends to get wit my friends

Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, nobody have to blast
his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint and packin bag
With bitches dat speak French, how you say, a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont Pounds
Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all

Like the 93 Pac, I Get

by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I used to hoe
Harlem way to moving packs yo
Might have lost a friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can never my cash flow
Had a box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4
But now I pull up in the truck with the board
With the mag low, get you you ask for

I can be a fucking asshole

In the bake with my mask on, look at this nigga
Dont take your mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give
if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip club a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but pour on her
Hit her from the back and watch half of the game on her

Dont put the back on, too many cunt on it

When to on her, call carl toon
Have em tatoo my name on her, Trek 2
You know what, it atftermath too
Put a little smoke it then take it home and pound it
outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Have spot in the till the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a public
I got 5 in the walls and the couches

Dont make me think about we got camels dogs and

Aks pompey, he was he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse
Settle down the Mississippi got her down south
And my niggas like, we aint know all about
And any nigga ever snitch, got his mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his throat slid
Cut em filet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch

Feed em to the then dock the yacht

Oil in the water, damn the so thick
to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, real life, Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit man next
through off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, tellem I then DMX
then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a sack

Roll up the sauer d's well if you em nigga

I split open the dutch, I'm stuffin that
You should get a fight with California, come with that
all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashville and hit Young with that
Dont bring nuthin' back boarder cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles
I wake up real owly, keep lunchin
Its real easy, you rap niggas my bag