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Heeyo
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with shit
Breakfast
I want to welcome everybody to the rap room
This a mixtape
is life!

Its been a time get me accuainted with the world famous
You how 0 point my aim is
Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome
In this 300 lee knightis
in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiend put them needles in arm and let them penetrate
Leaning sideways with my fitted
With on point, the paintjob are new york minute made

Check my no clouds in my stones

ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two glock on me, bang its the wanted war
That was so fly, now we bought anotha
Screaming out thug pouring belve on ya heart
I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can song it, uncut raw with it
Chop take trips ot,
We I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC

Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up this

Stashin by the old tree, moving by leaf
Drama let the lama niggas like Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And em in a lexus
Im fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace
And I keep clipse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bar, Louis bag and fuck em all
money and fast car, nigga I want it all

Yeah, to my kids nigga, I want it all

Nascar game, why the will I starr
Im the franchize nigga, Chris Paul
Empty out the caNNON hit ya you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred and then fuck it off
King of the hell got em bitch cut raw
She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin

Superman, yeah I'm a butter law
I put this hollowtip on inch you broken jaw
ER be fucking

Blindfold your bitch toss her in the
After the first 48 bitch smelling like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, I rap the punk
Dont be any mind you on tellin rap the bunks
The breakfast club no capitain crunch,
This for my dog that eat cats for lunch
Im like I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin my glock packed a punch

Or have em catch em send the pinebox

Leave head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all rocked out up jiggas
Sometimes I be in B K, Fab on the freeway
continental and I copped it off on ebay
I pop like its my b day, force power
Under my hood like its an relay
My Rida on time, no delay
I rais a million dollars it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I fuck with redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on
Them thats my dj they spinning shit
When I trips OT, I never winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tennis
and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and ass to bind it in

Dam that was good, but I'm still

And I'm living it, I be out in venice
say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit
They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe shit
If T.I.P is kobe then it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the starting five get it in
Cause I the city of Compton I would get it in
I was andre, benjamin
Now I slide through in my dominican woman

She like putting on sinners in,

You sip me hills, expensive whines perril
It aint tricking, I just spend on cheap thrills
Big phantoms, wheels
Back see a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone to the purse with chrome glock
Jay Electronica, this a shot
So I had to it, nigga I had the killin
I was the turtle when the waist I make the feelin

Yea keep wantin

Houseing by the subway, fillin the projects
to the mucialago or for an object
Number one prospect, the day that I was
matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the
ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the
88 bars an running, throw it whith my other

Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm to killem

Yeah trash baggin, is crack
And I you been feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the nigga, fuck them placks
on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats
And I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the g's they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap
Catch em in the club, thats I stomp em flat
get up after that, go get a fucking bat

I tell you bout this fucking

They even snitch and bend over to
No matter how you look at it I hate fucking
Get my bottle of and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla
fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war like a fathead
Two nines on back one sack, yeah
This my block and you cant trap here

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, wrapped yeah

Im killing niggas, I should have a tattes
Celebrate your death, toast and clap beers
Its gon be a cold summer, come like burr
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb
The B S H just in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the caves in this
I should let off a couple straighs in muthafuck
Fuck that. get laid in this muthafuck

Yo, your friends to get wit my friends

Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, plate aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt for halve his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde to blast
Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your
Cause I rather be in Saint and packin bag
bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont Euros, I dont trip Pounds
Im ball bitches, till I knock em all down

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, crack backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I to trap hoe
Harlem way to Queensbidge moving yo
Might have a couple friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can never my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that
But now I pull up in the truck with the board
the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for

Sometimes I can be a fucking

In the bake with my mask on, look at nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger
Im in a strip club a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter and bigger butt
I gon do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and half of the laker game on her

Dont put the on, too many cunt stains on it

When to train on her, call carl
Have em tatoo my name on her, Trek 2
You what, fuck it atftermath too
Put a little around it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, nigga I'm
Have spot in the till the fuckin feds found
Mama son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the

Dont make me think about we got dogs and guns

Aks pompey, he was he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch
A bunch of green popped out is, to revouse shit
down the Mississippi got her down south click
And my niggas like, we know all about this
And any nigga snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fucking throat
Cut em like filet and throw em off the boat bitch

Feed em to the shark then the yacht

Oil in the water, damn the so thick
Time to finish off this on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, real life, Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit man next
through off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, I crazier then DMX
Lazier then eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a sack

Roll up the sauer d's if you want em nigga

I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin
You should get a fight California, come fuck with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with
Take it down in Cashville and hit Young with that
Dont bring back boarder patrol cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles
I wake up real owly, lunchin fags
Its easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag