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Who threatens to kill himself when he doesn't get his way? Who fronts like a psycho when he's straighter than an A? Cage!! while I rip (w)rappers like Christmas day "We
everybody we know Used to play in the .. streets on man oh man Oh man Memphis City Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Gotta
time, committed mad crime Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes Harmonizin on a homicide rap Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an R&B contract
to raise the blinds in this place Think I'll rejoin the human race You said yes, now you're wearing my ring Guess I can stop playin' ol' B.B. King 'Cause
we start s(?) Come thru yo block surving in two Serbians Back to back blue Excretions Yeah my team need the benefit, cause we put the work in [Hook] [
Cauze Kamach, my nigga Crypt and Demoz Apathy, Celph Titled and King Syze We all 'bout to put this game in a frenzy And the chain's slight frost like
[Intro] Unh yeah Waaaaaaaaaaannnhh (Come on) Yaaaaaaay (oh) It's B. Gizzle (Yaaaaay) 5th Ward Wizzle Uh huh (Yeah) We gon make these hoes break a sweat
(feat. 5th Ward Weebie) [Intro] Unh yeah Waaaaaaaaaaannnhh (Come on) Yaaaaaaay (oh) It's B. Gizzle (Yaaaaay) 5th Ward Wizzle Uh huh (Yeah) We gon make
We going to vibe you se. Ghetto celebrity, part two. This is how we do. [Mikey Styles] 1997, Mikey Styles, rap artist Composing, not a biter like some
here we're going all back to the begun. All we go to the very beginnin', Before we made this and very few people knew about, B.B. King. We go all
's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble - some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun Like
, the Liks gots to grab it Check the mic, it sounds tight so I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy We dropped the microphone than we
eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin hip-hop Talib Kweli is rulin hip-hop Say we Black Star we rule
Slob homies how we do him Fool I ain't playin' for this 9-4 season East Side F.C.G. nigga you know the reason Blue rag hangin' out the blue dickies Mobbin
and pull the trigger of the 9 Shoot you in the head, it's gonna blow your fuckin' mind I'm peelin' caps like monkey peels banana A killer for hire Just like
