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They strive so hard But I'm respect, it's son Measure your songs and bars Mind and methods, ton Got my spine invested in this I do my best to win this 'Cause treachery's endless I break for I bin, know that Without King Kong To pummel, you never hear Quite the same rumble in your lame jungle I said, remember, and one crew been thought a verse Try out, do the last verse that I burst That is my curse Yo, like, driving all my cents To Mentalist Lay, all grand dragger Grap the shortest number two Then I'm starrin' Somebody let me hold it, I'm a two-piece 'Cause they tested Somebody let me hold it, I'm a two-piece 'Cause they tested I fly to the night, yeah Missiles fall with the right Lyrics we put inside ya Listen to these A.T.A. riders Keep your head straight The street is full of snakes Slithering Making deals, delivering, uh, uh That we got you shivering, pa one thousand five hundred go to the lawyer Having papers read, dollars exist Still in pits, bull, put up a fix We're moving on 'til the crew is on Can't hear a goddamn sugar Baby shot the low arm one fold And my thuggish loyalist, and I, either imminent or (The flow don't change and the rhyme is still Soulin', they gone bang plus drink it Like some bonus to the world, you know) Get in touch to those (The home, everybody respect my zone We gone get it on 'til we get it gone) In your mind, get it right You get it wrong or you gonna get shot (I did to the right thing Cometh is gone spirit to get read And figure out who the shit out our shows And mount that type of roll, all they may know) Back in their way We zoom on, take the spot, we keep it all there Top tier for the life, that's what I take your left To the right I put You (Here, this here) This here Get one of the five to lay it down Round here gold, let us platinum all over the walls If you ever shake your boob, y'all would Have big falls Lay it down hard, more than one Time, yo, get it going and out my mind With the real cat's first to the hundredth spoke People still talking about the last Rhyme I wrote Eighteen seven was the year that I first stepped in I'm all in the biggy, doing time in the pen I send the motherfucker, step your trap then Stepping all over your best friends, no way Biggy did lyrical essays that smoke I said, shit The young and the restless say some Of the best in the dirty south And then the West in, chemistry deal They wanna be the heir to the Pay to me or I can create your verses And make you see this here Try the top and I put my plug out in their good The socket, smoke, A.T.A. is gone forever (Pocket, lock it down) This piece that's to Timo, who's known as the (His stock) Respect, young brother bringing a Pain through those big cock Inside the team, the fits for the cheap I'm up in ease and feel it, it's never Been chilling, while dealing With Kit Devell, himself, and Increase my wealth, more than ten Times, that after the my weight Harness, the strikes With these days are changing rapidly Then the tactic creativity Maximize with proper investments Can't be president Without deep debt, president All you lose, all you can lose Your cash, won't sue (Whatever time to buy 10 on the screen) (Or whatever time to buy 10 on the screen Yeah) I know a whole lot of brothers in the Rap game But most of them are in it for the shiny things They wanna smash out 10, may be stack about For they wanna live in a house But don't want no grass to grow You what you need to do Is learn the tricks of the trade Go to work, put it down, and then get paid If only two of us don't get caught for making a Sale I'm rolling and if you the other Broke I can't tell, 'cause ain't nobody That can come in and get in his zone Trying to kill four birds with about 15 stones The C stands for Cool Briz, who's known As the Champ, Great Khan whom The coolest cutter at camp, ay, my Winds at my shoes got your whole Town shook You better listen to your corner And watch for the hook The C stands for Cool Briz, who's known As the Champ, Great Khan whom The coolest cutter at camp, ay, my Winds at my shoes got your whole Town shook You better listen to your corner And watch for the hook Better listen to your corner and watch for the hook
You better listen to your corner and watch for the hook
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