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8 Minutes Of Death
Now first of all keep my name off record I'm internationally known, lyrically respected Cars I
23 'em and armor all the
tires up And keep a
long line of hoes like fire trucks It's just the
broke rapper's talking all loud But I
throw what you make at your show at my crowd There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust The
moment we bump heads nigga fuck the
cuffs When I'm touring the
smarter hoes rush the
bus And get a
attitude, cause I'm in a
rush to bust Cause think about it, I've been the
only one that I
can trust Since I
had to use shoe polish to cover up the
scuffs I
climbed up from the
bottom thats why they on my nuts And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the
hush Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths dropping And I
ain't just out copping I'm house shopping Hahaha Yeah! Aye you're either a
full blown sicko, senile or stupid To run up on me with the
blicky and don't use it Watch as I
express murder through music I've been around a
while now, heard a
few lose it Banks make the
money, money don't make me We been together like 8
Ball and MJG Like Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone Norega & Capone, or a
hater on the
phone It ain't a
close call or a
tie at all, I'm about a
mile away You're nobody, you can die today I'm MJ, fuck what you're man say I
got a
new cannon that's hologram gray Hey, I
can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the
cron cron It used to be competition, now they all gone Caught up in the
crossfire throwing up they palm-palms You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip You're better off driving drunk, flip yo wip He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the
prick Man everything gonna stop when your man drop They fucking with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock And I
be over seas for the
G's and I'm getting it I
don't smoke weed with the
seeds and the
sticks in it I'm the
reason your dough going thin Cause ya'll in the
way, when I
see nigga's I
see bowling pins You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I
got that just to do a
verse And I
stack cause I'm after the
bread I
got a G
for every bump on your face and every nap on your head I
be set for a
week while I'm back from the
dread With a
brown bag fluffy as a
package of bread HAHAHA What I'm doin'? Nothing, chilling at the
Holiday Inn With a
bottle of Jin, and the
model's a
10 I
ain't worried about the
kid's ma' swallowing them Another victim to my matol again You're falling off, and I
will not follow a
trend Go call your boss, I
put a
hot hollow in him I
never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind Butter's soft in the
Benz and the 9
hold 10 As time keep's ticking, I'm Chevrolet dipping Navy blue swede seats with the
grey strip in It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'm a
be a
nigga for life, flying figures in ice I
bet the
price on the
fling of the
dice Shorty with me, we slinging a
pipe Chrome thing on right, one on the
wip, it'll ring on your top And I
be five thousand miles from the
block man Aye, you talk like you're rich but really ain't got a
home And been in everybodies video but your own New York is the
sound, clown I
walk with a
pound Now the
talk of the
town real as the
chalk in the
ground You ain't nothing but a
duplicate following the
ruler Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the
jeweler You had to see the
chain, scene swallowed before I
knew it Don't trip that'll get ya hit hard in your madolah I
ain't really for the
talk, nigga argue with the
rugger Have yourself a
drink roll a
bottle with a
budda I'm the
last one to run, the
first one to come Shit your boy smooth as the
verse when I'm done I
used to say I
wouldn't amount to nothing Even my momma ain't know she had a
star since the
oven, cousing You gotta love him the
kid's getting his dollars man I've been a
part of God's plan since the
sonogram Yo who else but blue could do what he do? The
nigga's he ran the
street was the
crew that he flew I
embrace the
new jack assuming he's true But he was soft as a
cloth so I
auctioned him off, man That ain't no way to talk to a
boss, fuck a
middle man, bring the
hawk to the
source I'm balling from the
heliport to the
porche With my dominican bitch that walks like a
horse When I
floss, it's hard for anybody to come off I
ain't a
come up, you need karate or the
torch Nigga's hate it, now they feeling sorry on they porch Cause I
made it, I
don't let the
Ferari on the
courts That ain't really a
run compared to shit we done The
crib got more land then Area 51 You take one of mine your whole family get to run I
ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me with a
gun, I'm the
one Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew The
stadiums jammed back but they ain't checking for you Man this is for the
nigga's that's boxed up For throwing the
blocks up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up The
media be killing my vibe but I'm ghetto like the
paper that you hang from the
ceiling to get the
fire stuck I
got a
pool and I
can't swim, It's like I
sleep over and can't bend Then I'm on a
plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I
get it all the
same I
take rolls of those and sit 'em in a
chain Some rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed Come on, I
ain't your regular nigga in the
game, I'm on I'm a
pimp soldier, mid rover, pants off my ass, hat tilt over The
same in the
winter, blade under the
skully I'm hotter then the
phone booth outside of the
deli You're now in the
presents of a
damn don And a
gorgeous wip, sitting on 24's with a 4
inch lip, prick This ain't nothing like the
movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man I
got my hand on that fith when I'm rolling slow Cause I
stand out like shit in the
snow ya know I'm riding around in the
city with the
top down Neck full of eye candy, yellow rocks round I
bet you if I
wanna I'm a
get her Lay her down and hit her with a
good Lord splitter Banks ain't the
nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em outlining ya With the
blue shit from the
pool stick You thinking about clapping me you better I
catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look like a
japanese letter Listen to my shit, your raps will be better I'm a
stunna, put granny in a
half a
eat sweater I'm hungry as the
last verse, I
sleep third Bullshit second, and get the
cash first Pop the
champagne, let the
weed on the
bus blow Mixtape monster, R.I.P. to Justo Now we got the
game on smash, the
real nigga's respect us The
rest well, they all ass Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off sleep You're beat by a
long shot, the
young boy from a
strong block Ya'll done pushed over the
wrong rock Spend your money on me, I
make the
song hott The
crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop My chain big like my buzz in the
city But when I
wasn't a
rapper life wasn't as pretty I
got a
chick and a
chip on my shoulder A
zip of da doljah, hood wip and a
rover, a
Soldier I'm one of the
realest nigga's that did it Anything you ever heard me on I
shitted I
spread the
flow to the
masses and he bit it Got a
tear drop, a
ghetto pass, and ran with it I
know a
couple of niggas that would love to fry his hat Put a
Butterfly Blade on his Butterfly Tat You know me lowkey, rubber side strap Fuck with me if you wanna it will be one hell of a
summer Game was a
G-unit groupie, they made a
flick about bitchass nigga's he be in a
movie I'm in a
beach house palm tree and ja'causei Bad bitch me and a
smoothie Now all I
got is heat and tough talk for you Pepper spray your fucking eye balls just for you I'm feeling like I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later All over a
hater, ain't no man more important then paper
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