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How Does It

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in they
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
With the determination of a patho
Running the water with bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot when bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
When I was yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna
Both presidental and plus, they it up
Got more hits in his zip, who enough
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred more with no remote
it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me my money's free-doughs
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the go up it's like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My close your eyes,
picture you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely
promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that so ill
Better yet, dawg, tell me how you feel
...How you feel

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this right
As I serve it, you burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that I've biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He insane where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Fair you like can of the year
But you guess who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't what I want
Still thumbing through my life like a porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie your didgits
It's one to say that you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space NASA
And it'll make me buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm NERD with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The cash and whippers
The mag ripper
Go 'head and say it (you a ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...