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[Poster
Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the King

Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the
RP put the hawk to ya over ya
Keep thinkin' that the god is
I'm the reason custies is to the Carter Buildin
And it aint no what I do
may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)
I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the
In the Jag the .40 cal under the seat
Nigga this is my block, Name a who run me out
Friday come, you and you have money out
Son, my bring a playboy bunny out
Somebody die, I'm a try ya hunny out
Send her to ER with half her out
No C-section, no infants out
She cant have babies
Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties
Holla!

Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next Pac and Biggie
And I'm Bout Major Figgas Dutch and Gillie
Shells all-star weekend down in Philly
On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of
Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a
kid in the hood with elevators in his truck
See, I bucks, rock all black doors
And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs
When you gon learn I got this game lock
What you got for your deal, I on X-Box
frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit
I got and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit
So hey, its ya life involved - act it is
My chain light gray like trash can
If one of yall my chain - none of yall live
You like, "I do it Shells", One of yall did!

'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one is asolama laken
2 later is where's my salamy bacon
Niggaz swear the product the requires rockin a aprin
They liars cause its Betty they bakin
Not that I'm sayin I Cook, Cause I dont
I it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat
The open they jaw for free
being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me
When a pimp walk the beat, you up one day
The day the had ya mother next up one way
I up one way drunk pushin a porshe
Make beef and i'm the sauce - Gravy!
I be like a boss
I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur like a scarf
Lookin like I 'em
Tell is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop
Holla, cheah!

Ayo, get back get back for I clack click clack
Where that at? Get that 'for I bust shots!
Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you to
Front if you want to, And get slumped the gun too
Gimme cause any time I could run through
And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun
Try run dog, you can try man
But I bust the gun dog, you gon die man
I rum dog and I'm gettin high man
Say good bye man or a - "Aman"
Look It aint hard to get at you
I screw waitresses slip shit in ya food
I got yay for and I got crazy shells
I got it from Illadelph to ATL
The wait is over, I'm a it over
I'm a bubble like vinegar and soda
Easy!

Hood]
Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't wack rhymes
If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill
Yall cowards want beef, why even start?
Yall like dicks in the pool - none of hard
Come in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie
Holdin my hammer cause she its dirty
You got questions, holla at me - I you whats what
Lay you on ya back and yall really see whats up
On the real, yall niggaz chill
Think ya crew flames - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a if niggaz aint feelin me
Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not me
Call me a - I give clips to ya broad
Bullets is like gum - How they in ya jaw
Go 'head, call the - I put a hole thru ya heart
And leave you on the train tracks in a cart
This aint beats and bars, Its things i'll do to you
In fuck, I'm tryin to get through to you
The open ya chest like vics
How you went from being soft to - niggaz is dicks
I don't wanna hear nothin ya coke and ya toast
get shot in they tongue - I'll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!