1.Intro.
2.Uptown 4 Life
Maaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!! we need to run that....u.p.t. for
life!!!!!!!
Damn nigga!
Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun
(we live by the gun, we die by the gun)
Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change me i'm a uptown nigga for
life! (2x)
Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin'
reckless
Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialists
Sportier than the sport itself, droppin' these bustas like
flies, i despise
As i shoot ya down look me in my eyes,
And you will know, you wouldn't have to think ya bigger
Because you know, that i'm the one who pulled the trigger
Bloody bodies 226 hit nigga
Bloody bodies i'm wettin' up your hilfiger
Step aside nigga uptown is on the way
＞from the mac melph calio all strapped with k's
Catch a muthafucka sleep and i'll wet ya down
When i creep the last thing you remember is my frown
Suckas fakin' it cuz a nigga from the u be makin' it
You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb,
You can call me the 9-7 deion
This clique this clique be fully equipped, equipped
Disrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped
Back to bustaland,
I know you see the semi-automatic that i'm holdin' in my right
hand
I got a closet full of t-shirts with homies on em
Wonderin' when my face is gonna be on one
I find myself gettin' off into alot of drama
Protect the cocaine, protect my mama
Fuck chasin', i'm waitin' patient in your daughter
You underestimated me, but i'm rock hard
The game's the same, you disrespect you lose your brain
(why tec？？？？)
Cuz i'm an uptown nigga for life!
Nigga i just touched ground i gotta get uptown
I'm strapped and yeah i'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin'
with that furl
And i can't stop, because it's my way of survivin'
Doin' what i gotta do to make a fuckin' living
I'm doin' my own thing
Born to let my nuts hang
I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slang
I hit the set bet check i'm in effect!
And if ya fall short, bitch ya body i gots to wet!
I gotta have it, i gots to have it silly rabbit
I'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart
Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark
Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch
They gone read my raps and say i'm straight and i never miss
Shit,i represent, that u.p.t.
I'm givin' shots to my homies off of valence street
Much love to them niggas with the 2-23's
And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me
My dog sloop, my nigga nu-nu, tony, fat, shorty
Wee, lil tee, wild jack and my uncle hardy
Tee, that nigga b.g., herc, and nico
I had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace though
Gary, lil wallace, fred, nookie, and lil' tyron
Jamie, laurie, pops, p, and my homie byron
Levi, ty, mike, jake, and my people snake
Uptown's the shit for the 9-6 bitch!
I'm so wild, that i think i oughtta hang with niggas
And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin'
The southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death circle
Lil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' urkel
It's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your knees
It's snaps boys who be totin' them 2-23's
Or watch me ball on the heat back in '83
On top of that here come the po-po's rest in peace they will be
Don't try to dodge us, chances slim as roger
I bucks roger's, pourin' hits like the dodgers
I'm all about survival, and dead on arrival
Blowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle
I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life
I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the gats
Cuz i'll come through, and i'ma leave you haters on the flats
And you'd wish me, that i'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop hittin' non-stop
And i was taught to make your heart stop, body drop
Now tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my block
And that's why you got served, nigga you must learn
You fall short, the desert eagle's gonna make you burn
The shit is real, now do you feel me？
Cuz if you don't your bodies gonna get tied
For a long ride,
In my trunk, i wonder, if harriet tubman had the chance
Would she have learned to do the eddie bauer dance？
Wow, how, quickly would we have got in that water for her？
Sellin' quarters
Fuck sittin' in the back of the bus, bitch gimme this bus
I woulda did more than fuss
I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
Black connection you bitch you
Say that say that say that!
3.Drag Em 'n' Tha River
You fake cheerleadin' bitch! you want a nigga like me to beware,
ha？
I'ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you
Take them braids out his head yella
I'ma drag him from tha river dump his body in chuck's yard
Leavin' a note around his neck readin' bad ass yella boy
Oooooh he wants some？ ain't that cold？
You a hoe mystikal
You a hoe mystikal
See i'm from the 3 and i don't give a fuck
And i know you thought i wouldn't be back but you can't keep me
down
Don't forget about the u and the cash money clowns
I'm from the 3 and i don't give a fuck, for the record
Once again it's mystikal with the chuck's
I'm back up on the scene with the 2 like a viper
Get in so much war i think i straighter than a sniper
Mystikal you bitch, are you ready for the drama？
Told your hoe ass people hoe don't run i'll kill mama
If i catch ya wit your draws down i'ma do ya
Once upon a time i up the roof and gimme the cruiser
I be the jack of all trades don't make me splizit, your fuckin'
head
The queen i mean the king , i mean he learned many trades
Comin' to get'cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
Gay blade, now what'cha wanna do？ my nuts you can chew
Because they told me you wanted to battle
Told em you better scaddattle
You ain't bout no b-1 doctor show, don't make me bust you up
Braids that'll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o
Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo
Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin'
with me
I'm like the b.g.'z i'm gat totin'
By this time it's the bulldog barrel smokin'
I hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya ass apart
Thrash all the swine touch down your brains on the ground
I gots the gat spell it backwards,
That's what i do up on that ass ya bitch i'm not an actor
I'm comin' dumpin' on ya fake punk wannabe
I warned ya too many times to watch the bloody tragedy
I got the diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin the bin, in the turtleneck polo cuz i don't care
Fuck what you sayin' about beware
I'm tired of tellin' you that i'm a donkey nigga,
Stop playin'
I'm in the front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
Are you able？ capable？ all of a sudden, um...
I had to pop em, i had to pop em
I top em all and respect is what i need
Hollow tips in the clips just to make your ass bleed
I'ma drop this pussy with the braids off see
I'ma dump his body in chuck's yard, unlv
I told this mr. cheerleader not to fuck with me
I told ya to keep my fuckin' name out ya fuckin' mouth
You didn't do it now it's time to take your ass out
I gets lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30
Because i'm in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
I'm into chuck's house, deliverin' the bad luck
As i spin the bin with speed, it's too late to duck
I'm like jim harbaugh, puffin' on a hot marlboro
I'm strictly with that asshole and comin' to down ya far
Why did i ask would i please leave ya alone ya see？
I caught my enemies slippin' gettin' groceries
I waits behind the mailbox like an old drunkard,
As archie bunker, comfortable？ you bitch you
You see i walk by, i ride by, i drive by too
I got's to hang a 45 and a ap-9 too
4.Pocket Full Of Furl
Where the furl nigga？ where the earl nigga？
Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
Tell me where the furl nigga. where the furl nigga？
Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
Where the furl nigga？ where the furl nigga？
Chorus：
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
So won't you go and get the earl!!
(hello!)
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
And i'm gon' send you in that world.
I don't give a fuck who you be
You ain't finna sell no fuckin' furl in that 1-2-3
You can be tony montana in this bitch with a boatload of furl
nigga you still
Ain't sellin' shit
Start robbin' niggas back in 1993 and if you come on my set
Then nigga ya gots to face me
6 slugs strong comin' straight from that 3
I'm gettin' you full of that, boy
Nigga i know you know me.
Chorus
Bitch peep me out i'm on the set pushin' that boat
Listenin' to a nida cuz that bitch brings me joy
Nigga walked up said he was sick and needed a hit
And so i tooked the 14 fuck the 6 i can't sweat it
The seater push my shit cuz i'm tryin' to make a mill
No time to chill because i gotta pay my bills
And slippin' in the game, (mm mm)i ain't havin' it
That's why (when i'm on the set i'm always packin' my gat nigga)
In case a nigga try to nut up, get bucked up
And run up and jump up
I have to leave ya fucked up
I know my furl be fuckin' with yo' mind
Cuz it's that torture and your makin' lines(3 whole lines)
I got that fire, so won't ya come and buy a
Bag of that hello, downtown niggas door to door
Chorus
B.g.：
Gimme that boy, gimme that dope, i'm bout to go in that world
Get on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that furl
It's my money so i bought it
My nose, so i snorted
I tried it the first time and you know i got retarted
I was spooked as the fuck
Thought that i was in a maze
That nasty raw had a b.g. like me feelin' dazed
I went inside draggin' that monkey on me
My momma dis-owned me
That furl owned me
？？？？？？？？
I was on that fuckin' b and it had me real lazy
Now that b.g. graduated got me feelin' real crazy
I started scratchin' and scratchin'
Started itchin' and itchin'
Pullin' my trigger till it's clickin' if a nigga start bitchin
I got a habit got me trippin'
Gat right beside me
Dope got me wanted for 3 armed robberies
Fuck, i'm trapped
I need a shoulder to lean
15 (what you is？)
A strung out dope fiend
Tec-9：
Motherfucker you touch my bag, then nigga you bought that bag
Niggas leanin' to catch the habit but i just can't have it
Although i fly all night and serve 'em proper
The money hungry crimp stopper
That fuckin' ？？？
Nigga hit me with that 580
If i'm busy i'ma send you to grab my old lady
Stationary nigga i ain't playin' on the real
That same torture that brought ya to that other level took a
ride bout ya
And stopped them water ？？？？
Same dope man look here
Who would ever thought that dope would take a nigga under
Sometimes i wonder why all these niggas around me
Could it be they want a bag of that capital t-e-c
Goddamn, what a nigga will do for a program
Who i am, the motherfuckin' dope man
For sure fall, don't make me go and get my four four bulldog
Because you know i'm gonna act a fuckin' peer hog
I got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs
I'm all about that 11 5 man
Chorus
Yella：
Just gots to pack it, i'm in the back of the cabby
Readin dear abby
Like a cool john dillinger up in the 90's
Shots open i got just whats the fuck you need
All you snorters and you shooters come and see me
I'm on the block with the raw like you never saw
I got a pouch full of shells from my sawed off
Hit you in ya habit daddy
I'm goin' all the way out
You heard we gots the fire now you startin' to bad mouth
But we's a click that won't quit
Got ya bitches sick
Ya got a bag from the fella now ya full
The fuck i'm never puttin' over a half up on my product
Now you can look if you deal with me
Stay real with me
And i just might throw you a extra bag
Issue out some samples, they runnin' like earl campbell
If you fall short i gots to make you out of an example
You bitch you (you bitch you)
And we gots that furl
Chorus
5.Up Town Gun Show
6.211-187
Chorus：{u.n.l.v.}
211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just don't give a fuck
211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just don't give a fuck
Verse one： {lil' ya}
Nigga's be try'na rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya that type of
Nigga that just don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you hatin' then
You's a hater but i'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, i handle business on the real and
Then i chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches cuz i be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his switches
Clockin' my riches as i stroll through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and
For you nigga's who ain't go no love
I ain't got no love for you chumps
Cuz i'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
Like a philly blunt
Yeah, i'm gettin' my grove on
I'm ready to move on
To another level rob some nigga's or
Whatever i got big nut's
I got a big heart like i said it's been that way
Since fuckin' start, you know me from my
Fuckin' crew, you know what i'm bound to do
I got a pit, i'm ready to spit,
I'm ready to serve to uhh!
Chorus
Verse two： {yella boy}
I even got's the boogy bangin' at'cha
Grab my zookie if i have to
Daze you up like daz
I don't give a fuck like kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's that come against me
Me and the tecster in broad day light
We comin' to do thee fuck it
Of course, i'm a show no remorse
Don't mean the boss, i never forget hoes
Verse three： {tec-9}
I'm gettin' skiet like that, i'm slippery like ease wax
I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and
Called me a nigga
Verse four： { yella boy}
I'm dumpin' you bitches out like boss hog
I don't give a fuck about y'all
You don't know what i would do to you
But i know what'cha will do to you
I would serve you, i would fuck clean over you
Verse five： {tec-9}
Y'all know that i'm back
Like brand new wax on brand new cadalac's
I'm mourin' i'm yawnin' plus i just
Lost my equipment bag
Verse six： {yella boy}
Sweatin' like a zoo-loo to do you
It's best you fuckin' scram
I'm a champion i'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
Chorus
Verse seven {lil' ya}
I'm bout to do a jack
I got on all black
In my hand lies a tool that
I call my mack
It's like my best friend cuz when
I spin the bin it don't get jammed
Bullet's chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better drop it
One nigga tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for
His gat that was stashed in his suit coat
I had to show him, i had to fuck over him
Stunt a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on
Then i put the key's on the lab and
Niggas started pushin' slab's
My pocket's started gettin' swole
My knot has thickened
That's how it is when
Nigga like ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew full of rock's
Cuz my bitch need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you nigga's down
With my bat if i ain't got that iron
Leave yo mama cryin' why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now i'm done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and i wanna shot
We put in work, doin' dirt everyday
It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because i''m down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
Cuz i'm
Verse eight： {tec-9}
You bitches don't know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip bitch
2-2-6 my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow tip's nigga
Better start runnin'
When i start comin' up the block
With my glock like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the front page
Let them bitches catch me down bad
With my 12-gage
Verse nine： {yella boy}
You despise, why i'm up in disguise
Now you paralyzed plus you realize
To stop playin' with me
My click is quick to let them bullet's fly
Click ya fuckin' self ya bitch you
For you get downed
Chorus
We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me
7.Chill And Hussle
Verse one：{lil' ya}
It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
Down to make some snaps so what's the haps？
Do i need the strap？
Will somebody give me a extra clip？
Cuz i'm a need it if these niggas try to trip
They might even try some of that funny shit
If they do, they fuckin' wig i'm a split
I'm a get my point across cuz i'm the boss
Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some soldiers behind me called the black connection
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
You bests to run if you gun is on safety
Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
Nigga don't you miss because if you do i'm a retaliate
And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city
Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty
Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then i leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo back nigga
Chorus： {tec-9／yella boy／lil' ya}
Parley is cool and ok
But i rather chill and hussle
I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
Parley is cool and ok
But i rather chill and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}
Verse two： {yella boy}
Like black and moe i got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you
I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you？
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw？
Try yo luck, because i'm a mover in the u-haul
Yo ass in trouble, when i plot and get there on the double
Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop
Slickie grease i got yo draws down
I'm pased once, i'm comin' back around to act a clown
No freakin' out because i'm used to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night i keep my heat
Don't give a fuck i play it real as it fuckin' go
I ain't no hoe i spin the bin lettin' bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
I ain't no joke see i'm straight downin' folks
I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly
Then i vanish hangin' with the spanish
I'm ducked off i'll be right back at you
I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue
Ya see i'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set
I beat i'll leave yo ass wet, because i'm in a affect
With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you
I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved slang
I come to buck you down because i'm a fuckin' clown
The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in
As i spin the bin once again
Chorus： {2x}
Verse three：{tec-9}
Niggas i got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
No matter the weather i be ridin' around with
That four-four in my leather
Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
So catch the cut
Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin'
Get ready for strappin' because you know
I'm bout that action daddy ok today
I take a ride with my ak
Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
And told the cops my chillin' spot
Where i hang at my reservation
Jeopardizin' my probation
But i got to hussle to keep my shit tight right？
If it means i have to walk the streets all
Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out
Enjoyin' there selves (where you at tec-9)
I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh
Now let's elevate a take it to another level
Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga keith
Use the code that i give you hit me i'm a hit you
Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me
Waitin' for me to go down
Player hater's are created by the hour
Dope deal gone sour
Replace the yae with the flour
Break a quarter key down i can't fuck with that
Give a nigga ounce of that furl and i can fuck with that
I would love to go out and parley with my homies
Today but i got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man
Chorus： {2x}
8.Manny Fresh Mix.
9.Rape U 4 Your Life
Mac melph calio gonna rape you for yo life ya bitch you
Believe dat yeah!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio
( tec-9)
Ya better watch dis mascara that's about to occur
I'm pretty sure to buck 'em down because i got the most rounds
Up in my chamber release my anger
Straight at you!
I hear the po-pos as they say my name over the dispatch
But i'm round the way hidin' wit my boy who knows me real well
No matter the price a real nigga will never sell you out
Cuz nigga that's not what its all about
We droppin' 'em down if ya runnin' off at the mouth
Yeah! dem boys at 6 and b.b. comin' up
You gets buck straight to the ground
If ya talkin' about ya comin' around
Lil' niggas becomin' bigger niggas everyday!
Initiation spray a nigga wit an a-k
Block parties drinkin' 40's smoke somethin' wit meeee
We like to roll tightly without the seeds
Like kilo i be coastin' full of that potion
Nigga flowin' so pass the weed around to meeee
When i'm high i'm like kurtis nigga superflyyyy
We be deep so watch my back if we chose to sleep
Will i live to see my 21st birthday
Will i live to told the world what my niggas from around the way
I got dat flava that will save ya
Money hungry bitches blowin' up my pager
But beep me some time and i am call you back
But for now i'm in the hood
Smokin' on a fat sac!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio
(lil' ya)
I'm not that average one of them lil' niggas
So let me clerify packin' a gat
For real black because where i'm at its do or die
My peeps up in that project protectin' makin' reck shops
Its good to be alive in 96 i tot my 9 glock
My niggas out that 3rd keepin' dem
Blunts steady passin'
The dope is steadily flowin'
Mutherfukers steady blastin'
I'm racin' for my shit i bet ya mutherfuckers recognize!
And if ya didn't know ya better ask somebody!
In 1996 we shinners soldiers out da nolia
I told ya i'm a roller
But i guess ya ain't hear me though
I'm kickin'it on a level that a buster nigga
Can't touch!
A rebel runnin' rhymes leavin' bitch niggas fucked up!
Strickly representing' kickin' it for my niggas out the 3rd
Servin' silly suckers jealous niggas get what dey deserve
Pass me the disc jump in the back
And snort a lot drain got me booted
Now i'm zooted out my mind
Straight out the 3rd i know ya heard
That we a bout it
Niggas packin' steal rapin' bitches and gettin' rowdy!
If ya caught slippin' or trippin'
Without the clippin' ya flippin'
Because we bustin' and bustin'
Never missin' always hittin' nigga!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio
(yella)
A buck connection temple surely
Another murder in your town got the streets
A certi i'm closin' shop wit the noise
From a large weapon its on again
The thirds got to teach another lesson
I got a click thats quick to buck
Bitch buckle up when i come
I come aimin' strickly for the throat on up
I'm like a tractor as i bulldozer in those streets
Quiet is kept that i creep and knock you off yo feet
Then meet yo name the next day at yo j-o-b
Hurricane yella just swept through yo fuckin' town
I throw my bullets as if i'm on the pitcher mound
Red handkerchief representin' assholin'
The theme plus leavin' yo fuckin' head swollen
Like mo b dick i'm deavin' quick up in this gangsta shit
My probelm solvers bullets wit dem extra clips
I dips and dale wit my ree's strap up real tight
I'm wit my dogs and we on bloody all night fight
I'm full of the dope out the comost roll like a molle
The whole third got my back we comin' through
Watch yo back its the mac melph calio crew
Bustin' ya up servin' ya up wit dem choppers
Its the third aka call us life stoppers
I take ya to war like the desperado
All my dogs on the scene wit the extra hollow
Now i'm the driver of the u-haul
Filled wit the third the backs open
Cuz we dumpin' somebody gettin' served
One for all all for one now the jobs done
The victorythe third somebody smoked
Somebodys elses son
Its the fella wit the chucks in front of the crowd
Like the days of the 11 o 8
The thirds goin' out
Ya bitch you!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio
10.Boom Get Chopped
{talking}
I'm sick of it
Me to
Stop playin'
This here is for the
Tan shade man with the braid's
Stop playin' with me
I'm sick of it
Fake punk wanna be
Flip on this nine millmeter clip
{verse one： {yella boy}
Now you know this not some sunburst drink's
I'm so deaf then the def. comedy jam
Open that clip, now clip up like i'm firm
I'm a super duper rap rapper
Steady makin' snappers
Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha
I'm on the first floor emergency
Bury me, mister i'm sick, i'm jump for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b
Ya see, i'm back on track, can ya get with that？
No, you's a hoe, you's a hoe mystikal!
I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be
Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon
Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers i mean shoes
I mentally retaliate, ya think ya slick
You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow
Hoe you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you scream yelllla!
Cuz, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
I tried to shoot you in yo head, i wanted to see some
Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd said
Girl, that boy dead fuck him!
He was a cheerleader anyway
You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay
Cuz you could break yo self but you can't break me
Cuz i'm a real fuckin' lyricst with u.n.l.v.
With the flow umm, flower, you know what
＞from the floor up, with the dirt rapper
I'm the dirty rap master, i'm comin' to chop ya!
With my knock you out style, that i practice
Like gymnastics', i'm a fantastic static phonetic
I'm out the attic, with the all black jacket
Bringin' much racket, snatch ya fagot
Worse then that standin' there i say
Hoe stop playin' with me!
Cuz
Chorus：
We here stop him in his track's
Show him that i'm ruthless
Boom, get chopped!
We here to stop him in his track's
Got to get my motherfuckin' name
Boom get chopped!
{2x}
Verse two： { lil' ya}
How could bitches fuck with
Million dollar nigga's how ya figure？
It's all good for you to stroll through my hood
V.l. throw suspicious rock's at yo shit and
If they had k's they spray and leave you
Dead as a bitch! what type of nigga want's
To walk around here in braid's
What happened to the chuck's, levi's and the fad's
Swish blade in my pocket, when i see ya i'm a cut yo hair
No matter where, it's ugly you don't want to see
The capital y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker!
Whoa flippin' motherfucker michael jackson pretendin'
You read for vision go suck a dick nigga
Reach around the whole third hit that ass
Picture me and you in a two man cell
You washin' nigga's draw's takin' my
Dick leanin' on the wall now mystikal you bitch you
Remember when you said you wasn't gonna bow
You disrespected the 'u'
Chorus：{2x}
Third verse： {tec-9}
Criminal minded you been defined
As the fakest motherfucker in the down south area
I think your goin' through a phaze
What made ya, turn around and talk shit
Your rhymes and you personally doesn't fit
Now wait a minute, remember that time
You got on soul train
You got the chance, and didn't even represent man
You faked the funk, actin' like a straight punk
Check it out, they thought you was like us
The motherfucker siked up
Turned around, had a fuckin' glitter glove
Now, can you tell me what the nigga here
Was thinkin' of？
I'm here to stop you in yo track's
The shit you do, be wack i'm fat
Shit's spittin' i done all ready stacked
Tellin' me that the nation wide
But you know, that i know,
You don't want the whole nation to know
You's a hoe! fuck the piece treaty
You started this, where's my all black clothes and
My all black beanie, i play it pinnately style
Leavin' ya gutless, leavin' ya buttless
We put together the bomb alarm
Half this shit you can't touch this,
You best's to stick to jumpin' around
Have the area first down, cuz i'm the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck
Cuz you ain't nothin' but a bitch
Chorus：{3x}
11.Head No Screws
Chorus：{lil' ya ＆ yella boy}
I got a head but ain't no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
Nigga, i got a head but ain't no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
Verse one： {lil' ya}
In the beginning' i was fuckin' with that gin
Wasn't smokin' no weed, wasn't even hangin'
With my friend's shit got bad
Started whippin' nigga's ass
Doin' flight's ever night wasn't even
Takin' bath's uhh, my boy's knew somethin' was wrong
Cuz everytime they see me slippin'
They would tell me
{ hey dog what's wrong？}
So i would scat and go listen to that
Fuckin' slu, full of that gin wonderin'
What the fuck to do, half of the time
I would hang on the corner,
Buy a pack of kool's, get a bitch then i bone her
Go home and wash my dick and switch up my dickie fit
It had to be black cuz i totted a gat
I'm doin' thing's out the ordinary
That shit was very scary
I was trippin' i was straight slippin'
Chorus
Verse two： {lil' ya}
Now my mind is fucked up and i can't think
Left that gin and juice alone
Got's myself a new drank
Started fuckin' with that clip, it took me on
Another extra strip, i had no fam plus it covered up
The tear's that i had inside when my mama died
But i'm a man, and i'm real so i'm gone survive
I had a nine to five but i didn't need it
My record's sell's well
So why should i be greedy
So fuck it i'm a chill at home and watch my screen
Get full of that clip, fuck a bitch, a watch her scream
I'm goin' crazy and i don't know what the fuck i'm facin'
At central park i'm considered a mental patient
I'm picturin' bitches in my mind, i'm bout to scheme
When i start fuckin' they try to stick me with anazeyme
Tellin' me i needed to calm my nerves,
But all the while all i needed was some fire herb
You heard the wzord lil' ya done got straight served man
I was chillin' people said i robbed pat swillen
Chorus
Verse three： {lil' ya}
Ninety day's done passed and all my charge got dropped
Collected all my commissary and i'm back to my block
{now the scenery lookin' diffrent to me}
No more car's, no more girl's, i'm in a diffrent world
Facin' reality i got to start again
Like i said, can't fuck around with no friend's
Like shawn kemp, i 360 turned my life around
Went through a stage some people call it a mentally phase
Chorus： {2x}
{yella boy}
Say ya brah, who the fuck is the president
{lil' ya}
Man, i'm the muthafuckin' president
Fuck michael gordon
Fuck the pink slip you used to emit me with
Fuck the doctor's who told me i wasn't gonna get better
Fuck the nurses, i used to fuck on the third floor at charity
Bitch i was contra up there ya heard me
And last but not least fuck everybody that call me crazy
Cuz, if you fuck around and hang with me
Bitch you gonna be crazy to
Now black, get my straight jacket and
Bring me to my muthafuckin' room
12.Low Down ＆ Dirty
Verse one：{lil' ya}
Goin' for it all i want to ball fall
So give me some chip's, i got's a
Motherfuckin' nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before once again
I'm on the come up bro.
Called yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped tec off infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where they flyin', i'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, i got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin' dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn't run from the chrome
Chorus：
It's best ya scram cuz i'm a champion
I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see i'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty
{2x}
Verse two： {tec-9}
We be dumpin' on corner's like
Nigga what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know i'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new shoes
So what the fuck am i to do
Show a nigga how i act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic m-11 nigga
So how you figure that i'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what i'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still livin'
Momma tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, i became a man before my time
It's on my mind, i'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and still make mine
Now i'm caught up in that game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got？ could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, i run with nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, i'm on the come up
Label me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
Cuz i see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
But i'm a hound, i hate to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz
I'm dumpin' on 'em! bitch!
Third verse： {yella boy}
I'm loaded got my double shot now
It's time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome i'm gonna make
Everybody drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, i kicked it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the back
I made a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as i got closer to the bus station
No question's ask i call my dog
Let's take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city blue's
Ya bitch!
Chorus {till the end}
13.Playa Hate'n
Chorus：{tec-9}
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it cuz, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it cuz, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Verse one： {tec-9}
I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the puppy
Hittin' at'cha, spittin' at'cha nigga
You better not let me catch'cha
Now who slipped and left the fuckin' gate's open
I'm on the outside waitin' scopin' out opportunity's
To make a motherfuckin' million is this industry and
I know you recognize i'm threatin' to shut 'em down
Strike 'em down like lightin' it's quite excitin'
To be the player that i be once again call me
The capital t-e-c pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga
Rollin' opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga
Don't knock me, just watch me, as i rise to the top
Black connection nigga, and i be slangin' all night
Sleepin' all day, can't figure out how i turned out that way
I hang around slanger's gang banger's rapper's and kidnapper's
Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
Ski mask's passin' me by so why should i try
If i'm not strapped with my automatic ak
Anyway, i'm a spray when i hit the corner
Chorus
Verse two： {tec-9}
Got four across the top, nigga all gold's
Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a dozen
They see me chillin' with the wife, and
Start the trouble, but on the double
I'll bust a bubble, break a neck, chin check
To get respect, like that y'all
Yeah, i'm rollin' by kind of high in a
Candy shaw, got connects with the mob
Bill's payed up front, black connection's
Givin' a party you got's to bring yo own blunt
I wonder if i'm a last to the end of time
Or will my face end up on tee shirt's
My family cryin' with all this playa hate'n goin'
On in this world today, who's real who's not
Nobody's safe to say, i see some nigga's
Who claim to be down, but ain't really down
Cuz when you down, them motherfucker's stop comin' around
So i'm a stick to the g-code,
Don't change the nigga's that you came up with
Them the real nigga's,
The bigger nigga's that you hang with and slang with
Try'na find a way to come up on a few key's
Try'na find a way to come up on a few gee's
Chorus： {tec-9}
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it cuz, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Verse three： {tec-9}
Got a back yard full of nigga's screamin'
Let me go, but i don't think so
Because you know i'm the bounty hunter,
Bounty hunter comin' to get'cha,
The shit that i be carryin' straight up split'cha
I propolize the situation keep on thuggin'
Tellin' me you think i'm all that, but i'm just hustlin'
Comin' up in the game, steady fillin' up my cocaine
I fuck with real nigga's we live, you die
I often dream of straight makin' it
You got's to be about them dollar's ain't no fakin' it
Break out the bacon soda, break out the cola
Whip it for a hour, bring it back like a boulder
It's time for distribution, fuckin' confusion
Closin' my competition shop down
Yo look for me, or you get struck down
Ain't no goin' down my attitude is straight rude
When i was lookin' out for us, you was lookin' out for you
My enemies are around me, and in my face
They got my crossed out and locked down in that place
But i'll be back and down for an 187, it get's the job done
Because i brought my mock-11, fully automatic
Prepare to handle static, rat-a-tatta
Won't y'all look at all these nigga's scatter
Before i let the bullet's go, i watch the nigga break
To his knee's and cry just like a hoe
{bitch ass nigga}
Chorus
{tec-9 talkin'}
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Say yella, them fool's wasn't ready for that huh
Yeah, cuz i'm ballin' in that u.p.t.
Ride out with that shit
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Switch my rhymes all around and say that shit
Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
I guess it cuz i'm ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Why's everybody playa hate'n me
14.Jazzy Bitch
Verse one：{lil' ya}
I can never run out of bitches to right about it
My forget they name but i got game
That's how i get them out
I told ya bout demetrice, evet, and sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina i seen her, walkin' out the melph by herself
She's a bad bitch from uptown who lived in the melph
I introduced myself it's the capital ya
Ok？ she asked me what i like to drink
I told her alaza and by the way
You need to pick up some of that foolishness
It makes me hard, when i start i don't want to quit
Man i punched this hoe, i wore the pussy out and
Before i left, best believe i got them out
I told you i'm a gangster and i just
Don't quit so i'm a talk some mroe shit bout
Another bitch i got partna out the three we call
Him tee, now me and my nigga tee was fuckin' the same
Bitch named nicky, nicky was the spanish type of bitch
Who liked the sex, she was down for havin' sex
But i was in it for her checks
She lived near the nell, i told the bitch to give me some mail
She took me to dinner, broke me off i ended up in her
Now, yella boy you my nigga i know you don't trip
But after the chorus won't ya brag for a bitch
Chorus： {lil' ya}
Lil' ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch
Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch
Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch
But we lookin' for them bitches with them
Real big butts
{2x}
Second verse： {yella boy}
My story starts about my baby mama
Mother fuck ya, i wish i never met ya
Keep my name off ya, bam-mouse!
I can shake it, cuz i caught ya loose
I'm sick of tired of the right's to left's and
The uppercuts i had to throw
Now i'm goin' solo hoe
Ya see, i want a popper from the south
So she work her mouth, plus my long dick
Make her scream and shout
Now where the big booty bitches who can really bounce
Stroke it up at the teli or at my house
I like to tear them hoes up when i'm full of
That dope, servin' up with the dick down they throat
Like scope, i'm come through like a gun at the head
Hold the noise, let's get busy fuck the jeep check
I'm down with dackaree go down the pussy
Dizzy, now tell me do you feel the heat in yo stomach dizzy
Break it off for the record let my boy's hit it
Fuck a nice, i want a real freaky bitch
Cuz i'm a gee runnin' game catch the m o four
To be with me you got to be low down and dirty hoe
Pussy weigh uptown cuz i'm a clown
Turnin' you bitches smile into a frown
Undercover freak i brought ya self-sex out
Skeet skeet from yo hip to yo titte hoe
I want the whole nine yard's plus yo heart hoe
I want ya to back the fuck up
Take a step back hoe
It's the fella with the chuck's
Comin' to rip wrap up them bitches
On the floor with the hoe bro
You see me in the mall spendin' what the fuck i want hoe
All xl polo's with boo-koo thirty six waist girbauds
Chorus： {2x}
Third verse： {tec-9}
From the nine-five to the nine-six
I switched around my life
Last night i fucked kangol's wife
It's like over and over
We twerk it on up
Got to keep my eye's on these bitches
Out for my riches
They need they hair fixed and start to schemenin'
Them dirty hoes
Tec-9 what ya like？ i like a pretty little bitch
Tec-9 what ya like？ i like a fine ass bitch
Tec-9 what ya like？ well as a matter of fact i like a bitch
Who ain't afraid to suck the bozack
My bitches is trippin' , got a mind full of silly games
It's such a shame i had to diss the hoe
Now i'll be solo now picture me
Pimpin' a flock of hoes got 'em workin' on the streets
And i'm at home gettin' my dicked sucked up
Under the sheets i stroke the pussy
To left i stroke the pussy to the right
Hot blowed, i'm releasin'' down yo throat
It's four thirty in the mornin' got to make it home
Before my wife wakes up and know she sleep alone
It's the same rotation as i apply the penetration
To yo body, i'm smokin' i'm fatty the moment is right
You call me daddy, it's like over and over
You twerk it on up but we lookin' for
Them bitches with the real big butts
Now the sweat from your forehead is
Drippin' in my chest no fakin' no more
Because you know you dealin' with the best
You want a key to my pad, but you tweekin'
You try'na find a way to straight trap me
Chorus： {2x}
15.Black Connection!! 226
Now if i step up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case,
No damned description nigga cuz only you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
＞from quarters to keys i be runnin' in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where
it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't trust they own crew,
But i got doggs worldwide i thought you knew
I wanna take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my niggas nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first mill that i make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha need？
Can you picture just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, i toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce？ gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this,
Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, fuck them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work will be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack
Niggas in trouble cuz the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage i split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, when i see it i gotta get it,
Don't deny me nigga or your wig i'm gone have to split it,
My name ring a bell, cuz i'm as real as they come,
I'm young and i act a donkey, uptown is where i'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some？ i spit arrows like
cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga i get
stupid
I get upset, i leave a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet,
If you beefin' with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord i got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a nigga up like the grand canyon,
Niggas amazed, i hit the block with a.k's,
I spray, get out the block or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the yay？ i gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, i'm goin' in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the back with the
mack 10
Lay it down, hand it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is gettin' closer,
Baby gangsta comin' for a bitch,
Uptown's the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip ＆ clara, is where you can find us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,
I move much boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck with me,
Cuz i repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, i'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph,
Since i was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now who's next to catch this reckless nigga out of order？
Lookin' for my next way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how fast i throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, cuz i'm lovin' this game,
That brings me money and power, i'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', it's comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it cuz we bout some capers,
I take a ride straight philip ＆ clara,
See nothin' but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And i be fuckin' with the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna playa hate on me？
Cuz i'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit hits and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a／c now maybe i'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and i'll shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems i'm the problem solver
I don't want no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and
killed,
I want niggas and niggas and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we stay in good health,
So nigga keep your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and i'm sure not high off dope,
So keep that shit from round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And i'm gonna go crazy,
Because this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga keep it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your kilo's and your hoes,
And what a bomb i'm gonna drop on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip？ and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin'
on shit,
That's why i got your ass in insurance bitch
I pulls up in my newly,
Painted blue 'nee
Completely out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a legend in my own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,
Eyes closed, so i flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head which is twenty g's,
See, i takes have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money then i go and choke,
I'm on a come up, still comin' as i'm runnin' as i'm gunnin',
Niggas down with that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then i come to bust your
fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., i'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then i plot nigga got dropped,
I chop'em dead and make em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, i will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure your ass never rests,
Watch them clockers bitch i'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
Family's cryin', i don't give a fuck,
Cuz have a conscience,
Dump your body between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, i'll come and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on down？
And meet this clown with over a hundred rounds,
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost
period.
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