Money money money get a dollar and a d***
Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no h****but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist - a.k.a. 2Pac (R&B)
So who's the gangsta?
Da f*** if I know
To be clap for gangsta is to be robbed
No gangsta know how to fight
I caught a kid calling me nigga, nigga
Takin' $20,000 off me, that s***'s crazy
I went with my new friends and found a skinny nigga named Gotti (Blockhead)
When I get too expensive, I start

The game's f***ed up
Niggas’ beats is bangin', nigga, ya hooks did it
The lyric pennin' equal the Trumps winnin’
The bigger question is how the Russians did it
It was written like Nas, but it came from Quentin's factory
Paid you, dropped me or dropped you, a taste of the spring, summers rhymin
But ain't it disgusting?
Tunnels in my dreads.
Right up at my skull, I don't sleep.
I been f***in' with this mafioh like fifty years.
The reaction to the music
Treat the joke like war
They invented the term "the Internet"
Can't send a fax to the gramma at Home Depot

Nigga said it came from Quentin's factory

How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
You. F***ing. Conundrum. You.
You can get the rest of the answers to the riddles right

F&N, I smoke on organic, uh, yeah (Organic)
She bend down, she need some more breath, uh, yeah, yeah
I got smoke all in the air (I got smoke all in the house)
F*** this up and you get left (What? F*** this up and you get left, yeah)
AP on my f***in' left (Yeah, hold up)

What's up, what's up, what's up? What's up?
The boxes' full and the cups's full, yeah
Two thousand places for you to dump, yeah (yeah)
Liquor's your finest product, uh, yeah (yeah)
No foreign weed, uh, no cigs (Yeah)
Pops

Now, if I f*** this model
And she just bleached her a******
And I get bleach on my T-shirt
I'ma feel like an ass-breaker
My pick up line would be an ass-breaker
"Whatcha get?"
"A bit of bleach on the T-shirt"
"I love your ass. No f***in' way"
"Uhhmmm, a bit of bleach."
So now I'm double charged in the door
By the unfortunate flash of your warm ass
Itchy black ass heat
I'ma want you all to know I'ma f*** this model
With the face of a p****
That sucks on a vacuum cleaner rod
Then next to the floor
I'ma crush your ass

Why would I wait when there's other women?
Why would I hate? We in love with winnin' (Ooh!)
Buy her bundles, fly her out, bring her friend, I try her out
Ain’t no worries findin' out, the details is icky and icky but jus' a frickin' G
Say’g you too, you take the silver, I bring the gold
(Ain’t no worries, all right!) and all the wonderful big blue feathers
Do you know the hard part is takin’t the trials by flight
you're the only one around you know, that never if it's I
for to keep a business if I wanna fly
But
S

You are hiding a child, let that boy come home
Deadbeat mothafucka, playin' border patrol, ooh
Adonis is your son
And he deserves more than an Adidas press run, that's real
Love that baby, respect that girl
Forget she's a p***star, let her be your world, yuugh!

Check this ass with that gun, right here
Purple lipstick and a minidress, b**** love to move
Ah, I'm a heavy hitter and I only bang white girls, then where was I?
The baddest b**** in the game
As this law was declared in 2002, Kanye filed a civil rights suit against the County, claiming racial profiling and the denial of procedural rights in the handling of his

In the last few months I've had several weird cyber raves, called "Porn Wars" by many in the press.

Maybe in

You love her, then you gotta give the world to her
Is that a world tour or your girl's tour?
I know that you gotta be a thug for her
This ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more
Yeah, trigger fingers turn to Twitter in a second
Hey, their shoulders touch, you two chill out
I'll see you later, hey there's an old geezer
Yeah, I'm in a rocking chair I'm waiting on the late call
Yeah, I want your hottest b**** to be in the corner
You bought her some J I don't mean you bought her a Jaguar
Yeah, I'm in a rocking chair I'm waiting on the late call
Yeah, I want your hottest b**** to be in the

I got one felony. I got two felonies
I got three felonies. I got four felonies
I got five felonies. I got six feloines
I got seven felonies. B****, I'm Bill Bellamy
Yeah, it got nine. I'm Bill Bellamy
No, I'm Bill Bellamy yeah
Yeah, I'm Bill Bellamy yeah
Yeah, I'm Bill Bellamy
I'm Bill Bellamy yeah
Yeah, I'm Bill Bellamy yeah
I'm Bill Bellamy
I'm Bill Bellamy
I'm Bill Bellamy
I'm Bill Bellamy
No, I'm Bill Bellamy yeah
Bill Bellamy, Bill Bellamy, Bill Bellamy, Bill Bellamy, Bill Bellamy, Bill

We not worried 'bout no other niggas, we them other niggas
You bust down a Rollie, I bust down a brick, then I flood it, nigga
I am not to be compared to you rappers (Eazy-Duz-It) nigga
I am more Eazy, you tryin' your best to become me, nigga

You think I'm not down to f*** you b****? (Throw dat cracker)
But theres nothing you can do for me, nigga
When I get high like "Ain't no more," nigga
That s*** break you, nigga
Man, you never know me, nigga
Niggas think I'm tough, but I'm just

throw dat cracker

wtf

LMAO!!!!!
Yo this thread a legendary blassical

“I’ma f*** this model with the face of a p**** that sucks on a vacuum cleaner rod” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

I wish a nigga would, boy you can't out-smart me
I let you feel like you the s***, but boy you can't out-fart me

So nigga, what are you gon' do?
They're digging through my bank accounts
I won't pay no attention to no articles
But how ya feeling?
How do you feel about the nothin' I say?
(I'm gettin' the money for the house, nigga)
Alright, f*** this game, it's time to meet 'em in real life
Let's go, watch out
I ain't selling no d****, and I am indeed a law-abiding citizen
This piece of s*** rap game is different from you
Nigga

Yeah, what? What?
You cannot hop in my car (Yeah, yeah)
Bentley coupe riding with stars (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, what? What? (Yeah, yeah)
I keep a Glock like a cop (Yeah, yeah), uh, ayy, yeah (Yeah)
She give the top in the drop (What?)
Yeah, ayy (Yeah)
Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, what?)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)

That was hip-hop, motherfucker. (Look at my mama), that was hip-hop.What's the matter, punk rock?
What? Yeah, what? What? (What?)
Singing, like all girls (We all taste the same, yeah)
Diamonds, they wet
Tiny white shirt, and everybody heard it (What?)
Bentley coupe riding with stars (What? What?)
Bentley, under
Yeah, what? What? (Yeah)

Go-go-gadget-whip this (Go-go-gadget-whip)
Tears roll off my cheeks (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, what?)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my cheeks)
Tats on my neck and my arm, it make you sweat (Tats on my neck and my arm)
And I'm staying in the biggest city
You can't tell a bad heart (That's how it is), A li'l, six, young (A li'l, six, young)

She find pictures in my e-mail
I sent this b**** a picture of my d***.
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good at that s***.
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hood rats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at

You're my first and only true love, me and OV
JESSIE MARRIOTT F***S ME AND JAY WAYNE
SOON BABY
BYE MOO HOO
Who am I kidding?
I'm not that shallow.
I see you with your neck f***ing out a black eyed teen
I see you with your p**** soaking up all

Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign s*** runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that s*** is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped)
I don't f*** with nobody but myself (Keep the fak away)
Don't give up on me (Don't give up on me)
Don't get it twisted (Don't get it twisted)
Got the up and coming, moving up
Ain't seen nothing yet (Never seen nothing yet)
I'm a pimp, a God, ain't goin' nowhere

Damn this kinda hard

They call me Jay Electronica,
F*** that, call me Jay ElecHannukah,
Jay ElecYarmulka,
Jay ElectRamadan Muhammad, Asalama'Aleykum Rasul'Allah subhana wa ta'Allah through your monitor,
F*** that, call me Jay Lee
We call you the I-don't-know the name, my name
F*** that, call me Jay RasulOh
Jay ElecYerntPikarKumar , I did what you told me to do
Just like Rasulah and John and X, we did what you told us to do,
Fuck that, call me Jay Lazy B****
And we don't give a f***

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