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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn feint when they passin
Call my whip but the first name Aston
Potato head get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and shower niggas flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Black menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
That offend me
Try or Maybach
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I still payback
And I still dont play
I kill on
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama Im
I blitz your ass, a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole of commas
wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She made me to make
So doing my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your whip aint up to date, and hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I your ace
Leave the club ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the song from a
Its finger hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas balled
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait they say talks
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using
I shit, for the recognition bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flicker
I melt
skin aint drippin