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'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin sure
years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near spoken In England, The face of a dead woman Shown, etched out a wheatfield uniquely
'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming til I'm full on my stomach I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my hase Hand on
Hmm, these niggas all talk Over here we ain't half steppin Over here we ain't half steppin I'm a cold young man west Cleveland represtenter My bitch
make at least one of a hundred different ways You can holler at the homie Meech and get a dope track And write you a rap, and try to get you to snap Or
to make it these days You could make it at least a hundred different (ways) I go the man and I get a (8 track) Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack) Roll
arena for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a
I worked too hard, everyone carries a bucket of blood From the sweat glands of a Mad Man, there ain't no love So bizarre, drownin' in a lake called "Hate
of you) Can't let you get, oh no (Ha, yo, yo, yo) He has a little game that he plays Clever little ways and a hot boy style Racks up on the dough that he makes Flash a
't let, let him go no Can't let you get, oh no He has a little game that he plays Clever little ways and a hot boy style Racks up on the dough that he makes Flash a
it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven ways Hollow tip graze 'ell put a part through ya waves Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla I pop somethin' do a
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man Just rhymin' over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
right now I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming till I'm full on my stomach I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing
Stop your facing, shank you with knives You're missing a born soldier, operation declined I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine A hundred steps
are wholesale, food stamps, coupons Yellow mustard Phantom car and Grey Poupon I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a
