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On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance Like Lord, I'm terminating your room and board A rapper's groove so smooth, P. Diddy'll dance Through Chris Wallace's car door, Rob Ford I represent for my citizens who don't have a chance And one for the love of the Lord With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside See the police so we still tryin' to hide Why ya wanna test like you're keeping it real Smart talkin' b*t*h, rap-pseudo intellectual chit chat Out to rob or out to steal Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at? Rеcruited to martyred on the cross of mass appеal Super sadistic, I'm butter like a biscuit That Santa was a fake And we make sh*t shake Hip hop grip Glocks and hit cops Give a f**k if he got kids and married Ears pop, scared cops wipe tear drops Somethin' bout the police and them lights that get me worried Kids get popped by all these twisted cops Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried I moved out while still get to live down there And the way I puff blunts in the air And get paid And represent 'til I'm underground Didn't pass the Tenth grade The crowd scream HO jumpin around Chorus 'till fade... Spit in my face, hold me down And for those that wanna get busy You know the Feds been checkin up on Bizzy From morning to night, back through darkness to light Let the phone ring and then I ask for you And man you finally got your cash right And last but not least, number one in the crew: Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo I think they mean they like me Nothing like it's used to be She like that, and I write that dopeness I got a plan to get away Virginia is my home, I put it on the atlas Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday Til I fill up my dinner tray, with meals ridiculous It's mandatory you inhale at least a pack a day Man that girl from the sunshine state, she hot Popping mad sh*t, trying to be something they not Serial rhyme killa, the paper spinner The bottom line I gotta eat Return, return of the singer Cruise the block until my army's complete All my ladies are... Raw action flood the concrete Add another 16 plus another 6 And it don't matter who ya are Sprayin' off the majestic rays, that knowns the writing We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting I copped raw yay on Broadway from bananas With the thunder and lightning, this be a Fensta writing Where rap sangers lowride and talk about 'em colored bandanas And I promise it'll have a better outcome You know what I did, you know how I come It don't seem I can think about another thing I been through it all for y'all with fallout f**k that to the wall, that's how I'm living Yeah, b*t*h you know what I'm talking about I stand up and slice the turkey, on Thanksgiving Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out Follow me, I bleed to get my point across Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss I don't need nuthin' but you girl Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write Girl, girl you look like a pearl He had some words with somebody, pulled his heater last night Where your man, where your girl? The next day ready to do it again thats right Ain't Lebron James but the youngest in the game International's the rules, want the money f**k the fame When these brothers try to test your crew It's pointless to say here, so let me annoint Just imagine all the thangs we'd do After every meal I fire up a dank joint Shady's inevitable, our heavy influence in medley crew I almost died from inhilation comin back from Cedar's Point I love it cause you're in my life And I'ma continue to live li-ife Strange days and strange rays invading b*t*h better have that money straight refresh edit delete source rapgenius Won't sell my soul that's degrading And celebrate let the praise penetrate the gate Like Red Dawn, but I'm Judd Nelson invading Reminisce of yo folks, yo b*t*h, yo kids, yo fate Trust me, you need more than balls to be boss over sh*t, showed you I'm nice, though I ain't a pushover
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