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Heeyo
We bout to burn the muthafucking up with this 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 world
You how 0 point my aim is
Long snipers, clash of the titans chrome python
In 300 like lee knightis
in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate
Where put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate
Leaning with my fitted straight
27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made

Check my armor no clouds in my

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

Yeah, scale nigga, what up ghost this

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

Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I it all

Nascar game, why the fuck will I
Im the franchize nigga, Chris Paul
Empty out the hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred thousand and then it off
King of the got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the 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 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
be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks
The breakfast club no capitain crunch,
This for my dog that eat cats for lunch
Im hungry like I trapped in months
So nigga stunt my glock packed a punch

Or have em catch em when the pinebox

Leave your head wrapped up months, while I 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 copped it off on
I pop champ its my b day, force power
my hood like its an olympic relay
My Flow on time, no delay
I rais a dollars send it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont with redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
talks with Dre and Pharrell on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they shit
When I trips OT, I never winning shit
I drop then cop, and then I tennis shit
and mike, yes, I'm All About 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 that was good, but I'm still

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

She like putting on sinners in,

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

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
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking
Dont respect of you niggas 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 classics

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

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

I you bout this fucking rats

They snitch and bend 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 back
Real fat, yeah, all I do is bread
In the on the war like a fucking fathead
Two nines on your one sack, yeah
This my block and you niggas cant here

Unlkess you wanna get here, head wrapped yeah

Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret
Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap
Its gon be a cold summer, come through burr
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb
The B S H just blaze in this
The cars outside, the in this 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 snitch for halve his
If he wastn such a bitch, woulde have to blast
Still his in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and bag
With bitches dat French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I trip Pounds
Im balling ball bitches, I knock em all down

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, crack backdoor
my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harlem way to moving packs 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 with the crash 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 nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, house bigger truck
Im in a strip with a glock, nigga what
Give me bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and watch of the laker game on her

Dont put the on, too many cunt stains on it

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

make me think about we got camels dogs and guns

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 shit
Settle the Mississippi got her down south click
And my niggas like, we aint all about this
And any ever snitch, got his fuckin 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, the ocean so thick
Time to finish off this niggas on trench coat shit
Its a drug war, life, Grand Theft
you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, just grand
Where my dogs at, tellem I then DMX
then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking a muffun sack

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

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