Drank last night but forgot to post.
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Spend some cheese, *****, chopper sing, ***** Brew him up, had him huggin' them EMTs, *****
Turn the witness to Stevie Wonder, ho, you ain't seen ****
Youngins on a mando' slide, this **** routine, *****
Delta 88 with a cool knot in my tube socks
Now I push the goons through the boondocks in the coon tops
Penthouse in the city, my bops givin' me rooftop
Told 'em free my ***** G we the, ho, let the roots out
You feel my energy, they gon' remember me
Ain't never had a friend like me, your enemy my enemy
Lambo crashed the whip and got plates in both shoulders
If he didn't live through that accident, this **** could've been over, yeah
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woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessin' The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
My physical frame is celebrated 'cause I made it
One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash
And got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance
*****s I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds
I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "**** tomorrow!"
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage
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You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried. Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your ****in' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same mother****er that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison
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