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Dead Stop You Have It All

me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it

give you more and I will never give you less you will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press do you really wanna know whats next, lets

, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch,

't think you motherfuckers Understand where I'm coming from Where I'm tryin' to get to Sometimes I hear voices I can't see it, can you see it? Turn the

heroin habits they picked up from the penile They let you have it, all I do is give them a smile Lifestyles of the realest, you ain't ruthless you bitch

it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost

it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it

drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it

it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma be