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Heeyo
We bout to the muthafucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast
I want to welcome everybody to the rap room
This a mixtape
is life!

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

Check my armor no clouds in my

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

Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost

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

Yeah, to my kids nigga, I want it all

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

Black Superman, I'm a butter law
I put this hollowtip on quarter you broken jaw
ER be strong

Blindfold your bitch her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the
Dont be any game mind you on rap the bunks
The club nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog that eat cats for lunch
Im hungry like I aint trapped in
So actin stunt my glock packed a punch

Or em catch em when send the pinebox

Leave head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all out whats up jiggas
Sometimes I be in B K, Fab on the freeway
continental and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ like its my b day, power
Under my hood like its an relay
My Flow on time, no delay
I rais a million send it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck redcross

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

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

She like putting on in, yeah

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

Yea keep nigga

Houseing by the subway, fillin the projects
Come to the mucialago or for an
Number one prospect, the day that I was
Aftermath unlkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the
Talking ratchets, never a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the
88 bars an running, throw it my other classics

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

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

I tell you this fucking rats

They even snitch and bend over to
No how you look at it I hate fucking rats
Get my of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back the nba play or some rolla back
fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war a fucking fathead
Two nines on back one sack, yeah
This my block and you niggas cant here

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped

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

Yo, tell your to get wit my friends

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

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle
Navigate my way to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harlem way to Queensbidge moving 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 RAV4
But now I pull up in the truck 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 this ayyon
Dont take your mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger
Im in a strip with a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger
I gon do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker on her

Dont put the back on, too many stains on it

When to train on her, carl 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, nigga I'm
spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a public
I got 5 million in the walls and the

Dont make me about we got camels dogs and guns

Aks pompey, he was there he can it
Throw it in the trashcan on some the grouch shit
A bunch of popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
Settle down the Mississippi got her down south
And my niggas like, we aint know all about
And any nigga snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fucking throat
Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the bitch

Feed em to the shark dock the yacht

Oil in the water, the ocean so thick
Time to finish off this on some 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, grand text
Where my at, tellem I crazier then DMX
Lazier then chinese eyes, I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a sack

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

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