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Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint a mixtape This is life! Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous You know how 0 point my aim is Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python In this 300 like lee knightis Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war That was so fly, now we bought anotha store Screaming out thug life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot, We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC Letras de canciones Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses And stuck em in a lexus Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off King of the hell got em done bitch cut raw She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw ER be fucking strong Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch, This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch Im hungry like I aint trapped in months So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch Or have em catch em when send the pinebox Leave your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jiggas Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay I pop champ like its my b day, force power Under my hood like its an olympic relay My Flow Rida on time, no delay I rais a million dollars send it off to CHILE Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross Im all mad nigga EA, I'm in VA Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on threeway Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit When I took trips OT, I never winning shit I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in Dam that was good, but I'm still hungry And I'm living it, I be out in venice shit They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in I was outcasted andre, benjamin Now I slide through in my dominican woman friend She like putting on sinners in, yeah You sip me hills, expensive whines perril sell It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills Big phantoms, sweet wheels Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock Jay Electronica, this a dome shot So I had to steal it, nigga I had the killin I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit feelin Yea keep wantin nigga Houseing by the subway, fillin through the projects Come to the mucialago or for an object Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic 88 bars an running, throw it whith my other classics Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem Yeah trash baggin, this is crack And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats And when 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 clap Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat I tell you bout this fucking rats They even snitch and bend over to catch No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cat Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla back Real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread In the hood on the war like a fucking fathead Two nines on your back one sack, yeah This my block and you niggas cant trap here Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret tattes Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers Its gon be a cold summer, come through like burr The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka I should let off a couple straighs in this muthafuck Fuck that. kinda get laid in this muthafuck Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for halve his cash If he wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe Harlem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4 But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for Sometimes I can be a fucking asshole In the bake with my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker game on her Dont put the back on, too many cunt stains on it When to train on her, call carl toon Have em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2 You know what, fuck it atftermath too Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded Have spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found Mama your son got a public announcement I got 5 million in the walls and the couches Dont make me think about we got camels dogs and guns Aks pompey, he was there he can vouch it Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit Settle down the Mississippi got her down south click And my niggas like, we aint know all about this And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed You get 25, he get his fucking throat slid Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit Its a drug war, real life, Grand Theft Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack Roll up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that You should get a fight with California, come fuck with that Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patrol cuffin that I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped I wake up real owly, keep lunchin fags Its real easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag From Letras Mania