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[Cory

Get Ready. Get Steady.
Bloody Shredded.
debted. Credently
For get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go medly at it.
coke addicts envy.
n nicole n britneys habit.
cass, a lotta rappers militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin nuthin but wood on da like a kitchen cabinet.
if i feel da static. i the matic. yall gets the static.
the cal. will go sporedic. (bling). thats not so
come to no establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to jones my Ozone.
embarrassment
shit im *heared* as an Afghani
im poppa's tool when im trying to bring Hailly Marias
Take a *eating brew fever*, stare at dis.
u live M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist.
N*** my M.O.B. get that money. no T. no penalty.
no C. that dinero B. That all i see mentally.
i shift yall from manual to physically.
cant infiltrate my men in street.
we in da - you industry.
LARCENY, N****. march wit us.
if not, cass put em on sum whole nother chart us.
Bags.

Yeah, That's What I'm Talkin' Cory Gunz,
We Refresh These Niggas Memories,
I Guess They Got Amnesia And Forgot That We Our Business. Lets Get Em'

I got my hand on my damn
And i coped a gun so big it could kill handcock/
I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn
Is like lewis eatin hamhocks/
Imma but im slicker than a damn fox/
Been cool since playin in the sand box/
hustla i used to hand tha gram na'
I can stand on the sellin gram after gram ha'/
And no im not from ha'/
It just look like its in me/ cuz i keep the hasian in me/
I been in jail, I got a 100 dayz ^ n me/
But i still keep the ak and the wit me/
I ball hard so other ballers is afraid to me/
Cuz if i get ill probubly shoot the teck/
And you can be the next nigga ill to def/
I wild-out,But if i out ill shoot the ref/
Im when im in the coupe' but the roof depressed/
Cuz i always put them down the trunk is where i put now/
I got doe, ever since 0 put a pound in my
I been the man, you should put the crown on my
im on the phone havin conference callz/ wit millionare "yeah" looked what i ya'll/
And i aint tryna a life i got a contience ya'll/
Plus the cops send you ^ north the compass ya'll/
I was 17 living out in yanker
Signed to RuffRiders wit a flow that was bonkers
I can even lie, you can BMY, you can ask swiss too, SB and too/
you can ask DMX, the female Pitt 2/ and let you know all the battles i had to get threw/
You can ask sheek about how i had to eat/
of muffuckaz, YUP, man i had the streets/
But no money in battlin'/
And i had to
I can reckless but i had to make a hit record/
And now i make hit record after hit record/ And i make chicks get like this check it/
I juss lick my lips on some LL
and make em' laugh on some david shit/
and they be on lets go to the hotel shit/
and i give em' hard dick on some got out of jail shit/
The man, been in the Can/
And i neva made a statement never been on the
And its all about the benjamins man...real
and you dude cant walk in my timbalands
and m y sneeks fit you/ the streets dont fuck wit you/
And i sip
And i throw shots/
and smoke pot the color of a Jacks box/
I rap but i sold rocks/
And had the block like the frogs on the honey smacks box/
YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!