Yo Hard Beats Like This Keep My Mentality Raw



I G Off C 4 Lyrics To Blow Off Them Lex Door



My Tex Ture Be The Kind That Explore



MC's Then Blow Em Out Metaphor After Metaphor



I'm More Wetter Than Your Boy Bigger



So How You Figure You Can Fuck With This Rap Unemploy Nigga



I Should Own A Fly Bitch House And A Benz



But I Got Chickenheads Criminals And Broke Friends



That Love To Get In Keep The Seventeen Spinnin



Pull Out From My Jaw Linin, Commence To Split End



Brains And Body Parts That Motion Couldn't Picture



Cause When I'm Shittin Niggaz Hit Mo Decks Than A Skipper



Mr And Mrs Howe, MaryAnne And Ginger



Gilligan, You Need The Professor To Take The Rigger



Waters Out I Got Orders To Kill Em Softly



I Wouldn't Leave A Trace If I Died And Police Chalked Me



Who's The Boss G You Better Radio The Walkie Talkie



For The Fatal Attract MC's That Stalk Me



Got A Big Dick And Your Bitch Click



When I Flip This I Got More Work Than A Olympic Gymnast



Bust It, I Cut The Mustard, On Any Track



Milkier Than Similak When I'm Next Up To Bat



("Redman Is On The Mic And I'ma..."



"Dope Motherfucker, Yeah, You Best Ax Somebody" -- Snoop)




(Yesh Yesh Y'all, And You Don't Stop -- Sermon 8X)




Fuck The Talk I Walk Whatever I Claim To Do



Knock A Mule On Her Ass And Turn Her Pussy Black And Blue



You Couldn't Run Up If Your Fighter Was Virtua



I'm A Round-the-clock Lyricist, I Sleep In My Work Boots



It's A Thin Line Between Love And Hate



It's A Thin Line Between The Trigger And The Finger Of A Thirty-eight



Deaths By Far, My Rap Repatoire



Be The Art Of Murderin Makin It Hard For You To Spar



We Can Chill And Puff The Ganja, But Don't Be Mad When The



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