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[Cha
Hey yo, you wasn't expecting me
Jump out the S.E. wit and any one of you broadz dat test me
Now see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it
Where Da At
Run it, told you I get it
'cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to yo address
And make you give up you got from under your mattress
Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the
The reason why they got you in this
Without no witness and I'm runnin this business
No who it be
So this whole better get cool with me
see, these men adore me
This skin, manicured, this paper
Hand it to her, make me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and hate that the reason why I chase that
Too 'cause I'm gon get that
Ain't nuttin but a 8
And ain't no away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that
Ain't no sense in that (one more time)
DA PAPER AT?

[Memphis
If the on, get it on my nigga
You gon form the law once the bark, nigga
the crack you sell won't match yo bell
You a ride supa, duke, relax and chill
Yo I the street, plus I roll with the heat
wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet
If you a don, how a nigga can't eat
I live ya four three feet deep
You villinager ass niggaz got one the fuck up
Finish no album, you done up
Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt
I ain't bullshittin
The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, up wit work
Label me a heavyweight, I'm deep in crack, keep the gat
Sit low in the acc, where dat at?

Child]
Where Da At? Is it in this rap shit?
Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a
At one point or I chose to do sticks
I couldn't even go for hitin hoez this dick
If I thro you a brick, roll they to nips
When I ask my paper at? Have my chipz
If you don't half my shit, have half this clip
Dassit, unless you gon pass yo
I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card
When I was sellin I wanted a hundred a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I a hundred and fifty grand
I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin in hand
And my kidz is gon have what I ain't
cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath
If you blast, we blast first
For the dinero, we leavin in the dirt

Now how is criminals in Bejing?
Been on the run for indictments 18
the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken
It's mad how I u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range
Leavin wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet
Get a vet witout a dog, sell 4000 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't what this industry is all about
fuck that shit is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There ain't no way to bitch,
da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town bitch
You have a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real do real crimes
Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm tight
Consecutive low rider, 1.5
Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm em
Like is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein
Any up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin
What....

[Throw
the compition my game is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the
Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie
That bitch I slit his
Money addiction that shit done got me goin around money listin
At hand is gon get you and yo man missin
See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 the transmisson
Watch him for he hit the ground
And garanteed if I you my man'll get you
And fuck who wit you when he can he hit you
Cause me and Ja hittin them that you were scared to do
Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop u do
too late for that? You gon stay for that?
Trust me you gon pay for that, where da paper at?

[Ja
Come on on
Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of
I'm the so take notice to New York's Finest
Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the
Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash
Not the typical, average mind used to
Mentality crucail, get it too
I'm not you, question is, do you hear me?
If not let me introduce y'all to Milly
It's a shame the game you played you lost
kill a nigga on that same line you crossed
Wit that line he'll keep his fingers
I can't it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit
And every night I drink about it, baby, I'm alkoholic
shop?, Call it ????
Somebody died for the Not you and I?
and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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