fuckin rappers then show up at the burials I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and this M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all Here's my last
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World in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Fuck the whole industry!!!! You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the
sure that you all live to regret it Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you
Drew Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't
just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Ahh yeah Trey I fuckin
it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty
' to the most hated And most loved at the same time 'cuz Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me 'Cause
to - the most hated and most loved at the same time 'cause Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me Cause
to be duped and jerked 'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make
, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties
was all ya heard But they say 50 sang too much And Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well fuck the fuck offs All y'all eat soft, be
, holler back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down
fuck up to get flat lined Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin Of the chain danling, y
(Na na be like) Runnin' this here Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa My wrist thick light gray shit Call me sunsplasha don' all
later y'all I think I'm the c-p-t, or Polly with mya, in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head,"
know y'all poor y'all broke, y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast, muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes, I don't
