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You see the catz?? They be wack I spit like that chick Freda Gatz I got Empire that start fire Reachin' for theMessiah Gett the blessin' From Pac n Big Even Scarface gave me a bid Hardest in the pit Noshit My lyrics spit harder than a fat brick Flip it We livin good yall And ya never see me talk to the laws My fashion clean in a gangsta lean N if you want drama ill call Mr Clean Thats my gat fool Soul food for ya body fool Ya know rules Dont step out of line Unless u ready to fined uh They see through I feel my hood brothers Saying they need you Me im refering too I keep it street yall **** all these gay *** **** mayne Fools wearin' skirts Then claim they puttin' in work Soft as **** followin' gimmicks When i shed wisdom Everybody gettin lit Sunshine for yo mind Still puttin a middle finger to one time I stay in my grind I got no time For haters they only make me greater How can ya play me they cant slay me Im on top so cAN they stop me They were bullet proof vest I aim high for ya head notyo chest Gotta alot bones roll with thugs Jackin' rich ******* hit multiple swtiches Swang i On vogues sittin' on fours tippin' With the wood grain drippin' Hate them cuz they hate me Got my whole clique Backin' me In the industry they need real emcee Likeme ya see
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
They Need Me
You see the catz?? They be wack I spit like that chick Freda Gatz I got Empire that start fire Reachin' for theMessiah Gett the blessin' From Pac n Big Even Scarface gave me a bid Hardest in the pit Noshit My lyrics spit harder than a fat brick Flip it We livin good yall And ya never see me talk to the laws My fashion clean in a gangsta lean N if you want drama ill call Mr Clean Thats my gat fool Soul food for ya body fool Ya know rules Dont step out of line Unless u ready to fined uh They see through I feel my hood brothers Saying they need you Me im refering too I keep it street yall **** all these gay *** **** mayne Fools wearin' skirts Then claim they puttin' in work Soft as **** followin' gimmicks When i shed wisdom Everybody gettin lit Sunshine for yo mind Still puttin a middle finger to one time I stay in my grind I got no time For haters they only make me greater How can ya play me they cant slay me Im on top so cAN they stop me They were bullet proof vest I aim high for ya head notyo chest Gotta alot bones roll with thugs Jackin' rich ******* hit multiple swtiches Swang i On vogues sittin' on fours tippin' With the wood grain drippin' Hate them cuz they hate me Got my whole clique Backin' me In the industry they need real emcee Likeme ya see
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
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