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Heeyo
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up this shit
club
I to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room
This a mixtape
is life!

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

Check my armor no clouds in my

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

Yeah, fish scale nigga, up ghost this

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

Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I it all

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

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

Blindfold your bitch 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 breakfast club no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for
Im hungry like I aint trapped in
So nigga stunt my glock packed a punch

Or have em catch em send the pinebox

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

Word to my red cross, I dont with redcross

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

Dam that was good, but I'm hungry

And I'm living it, I be out in shit
They say weezy jobbed, I'm on my bidness shit
They say Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the starting I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the of Compton I would get it in
I was outcasted andre,
Now I slide through in my dominican friend

She putting on sinners in, yeah

You sip me hills, expensive whines perril
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap
Big phantoms, sweet
Back see a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the purse with 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 wantin nigga

Houseing by the subway, fillin the projects
to the mucialago or for an object
Number one prospect, the day I was drafted
matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you get in the castket
Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking
Drama is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, throw it whith my other

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

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

I tell you bout this rats

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

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head yeah

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

Yo, your friends to get wit my friends

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

Like the 93 Pac, I Get

Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle
Navigate my way to the south, I used to trap hoe
way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, 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

Sometimes I can be a fucking

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

put the back on, too many cunt stains on it

When to train on her, call carl
Have em tatoo my name on her, Trek 2
You know what, fuck it too
Put a little smoke around it 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 and guns

Aks pompey, he was there he can it
Throw it in the on some oscar the grouch shit
A of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
Settle down the Mississippi got her south click
And my niggas like, we aint know all about
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 shark dock the yacht

Oil in the water, damn the ocean so
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 crazier DMX
Lazier chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun

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

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