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Heeyo
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this
club
I want to welcome to the muthafuckin rap room
aint a mixtape
is life!

Its a long time get me accuainted with the world famous
You how 0 point my aim is
Long range snipers, of the titans chrome python
In this 300 lee knightis
Snob in the bulbllegoose, down the interstate
Where fiend put them in they arm and let them penetrate
sideways 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 anotha store
Screaming out thug life pouring on ya heart
Money I'm with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take ot,
We before I had a goatee, I to bag the OC

Yeah, fish nigga, what up ghost this

Stashin by the old tree, moving by leaf
Drama let the lick niggas like Charles Oaklee
Nigga assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And stuck em in a
Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the
And I keep clipse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and em all
Bitches money and fast car, I want it all

Yeah, to my kids nigga, I want it all

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

Black Superman, I'm a butter law
I put this hollowtip on inch you broken jaw
ER be fucking

your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 bitch smelling like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the
Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the
The club nigga no capitain crunch,
for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch
Im hungry like I aint in months
So actin stunt my glock packed a punch

Or em catch em when send the pinebox

Leave your head wrapped up months, I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all out whats up jiggas
I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Lincoln continental and I it off on ebay
I pop champ like its my b day, power
Under my hood like its an olympic
My Flow Rida on time, no
I rais a million dollars it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money talks Dre and Pharrell on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they shit
When I trips OT, I never winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The
In there for the I be down in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to 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
They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe 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 Compton I get it in
I was andre, benjamin
Now I slide through in my dominican friend

She like putting on sinners in,

You sip me hills, expensive whines sell
It aint tricking, I just spend money on thrills
Big phantoms, wheels
Back see like a club make them bitches eat
Take patrone shots to the with chrome glock
Jay Electronica, a dome shot
So I had to steal it, nigga I had the
I was the turtle the waist I make the rabbit feelin

Yea keep nigga

Houseing by the subway, fillin the projects
Come to the or for an object
Number one prospect, the day I was drafted
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the
Talking ratchets, touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the
88 bars an running, throw it my other classics

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

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

I tell you bout fucking rats

They snitch and bend over to catch
No matter how you look at it I hate rats
Get my of Ciroc 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 your back one sack,
This my block and you niggas cant trap

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head yeah

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

Yo, tell your friends to get wit my

Yeah, meet me in the lot, license plate aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt for halve his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, woulde have to blast
his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and bag
With bitches dat speak French, how you say, a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont trip
Im balling bitches, till I knock em all down

Like the 93 Pac, I Get

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

Sometimes I can be a asshole

In the bake my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon
take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house truck
Im in a strip club with a glock, what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and butt
I aint gon do shit but champaigne 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 train on her, carl toon
em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it too
Put a smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, I'm surrounded
spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a public
I got 5 million in the walls and the

Dont make me think we got camels dogs and guns

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

Feed em to the then dock the yacht

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

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

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