Is that why I fucked your bitch?

You are very fat, mutha-fucka {as money}

western

Bad boy murderer {as money}

You know who it is. This realist

Nigger, let's take it to {as money}

(High precision, high precision, nothing)

First, have sex with your bitch.

And the click you claimed.

We were in the west when we rode horses.

Use game equipment

You call yourself Praia.

But I fucked your wife.

We gave the bad boy a good beating.

Nigger fuck all his life

Pappy wants to see me weak.

Cardiac fissure I

Biggie Smalls and the Juvenile Mafia

Some mark donkeys and bitches

Let's move on.

When we run to your jewelry

Smooth shooting

Keep pounding them, fool.

You know the rules.

A little Ceasar is asking you, man.

What, I'm leaving?

Cut your little donkey.

See yah in the clip.

Now it's dead

A little Kim,

Don't mess with the real g.

Take your ugly donkey, the street

So fuck peace.

I'll tell them, nigger

It is open for life.

Don't let the west side

Riding night (high precision and high precision)

The bad boy was murdered with wax and killed.

fuck me

Take off your hat.

You know, look.

[Chorus]

Grab your Glock when you see 2pac.

Call the police when you see 2pac, huh

Who shot me,

However, your punk is not finished.

Now, you will feel threatened and angry.

Nigger, I hit them

Check this

Do you know what time it is in mutha-fuckas?

I don't understand why I am on this track.

You niggers are not on my level.

I'm going to let my little brothers

Ride on it

Bitches are donkeys, bad boys and bitches.

{Oh, hey, hold this shit}

Great

Great

Biggie Smalls got a drop of water.

A portable personal raincoat.

Let me hit him

Frank White needs a good slap.

Installation trap

Several accident killers

I'm not the person I've never heard of.

When I serve you, keep balance and reduce attacks.

Pat this calf.

Your overall style

Hold your team

The reason is noise. Your donkey is in great pain.

The edema is weaker than the fucking block.

I'm crossing the nigger

I'm sucking the juvenile mafia.

In front of Yennenga.

And quick power.

I guess it's rolled up

Under my Eddie gazebo.

Your clothes are narrow and sour.

When I was a child, I also pushed bags.

I hit them.

[Chorus]

Grab your Glock when you see 2pac.

Call the police when you see 2pac, huh

Who shot me,

However, your punk is not finished.

Now, you will feel threatened and angry.

Nigger, we got them.

Peep into how we do it.

Stay Real

Prison steel

This is not without freestyle fighting.

You niggers were all killed.

Open your mouth.

Don't come to me.

You and the clouds hope

Smoking anesthetic

Just like Xue Min.

Niggers think they have learned to fly.

But they burned you to death, asshole.

Talk about the money you got.

But it's funny to me.

You niggers all live in bumi.

When you have sex with me?

I am a millionaire myself.

Villains outside the prison

Air pistol (high precision and high precision)

Big shot, remember when I used to let you sleep on the sofa?

Begging this bitch to let you sleep in this house.

Now it's all about Versace.

You imitate my style.

Five shots missed me.

I smiled at it.

I'm going straight back to collect this record now.

Use my AK

I'm the villain who still hates you.

Mutha-fucka, I'll hit them.

I'm from New Jersey.

Where murder is prevalent.

It's pointless.

We bring opera to all your cattle.

Now it's time to check the scene.

a little bit

I'll bring you a fake knee.

Replication requests are related to these.

A little gold. Yeah.

Coking or doping

Let your teenager whopper click on smoking.

What, this bastard?

Are you stupid?

I take the money,

Crashed through Brooklyn and supplied.

I click to rob, shoot and pollute your block.

With fifteen beats,

Glock stands on your knot.

Outside the law, the mafia clicks on other valleys.

Your pop star is very popular and has been played with.

All your fake donkeys are the pillars of the East Coast.

Put forward and lock

You are the best writer.

Packaging style recipient

I'll tell you that in the face of shit, you are nothing but a liar.

So let Arazza Yi be full of suitors.

Bout was murdered for this paper.

The jubilant scene of E.d.i' s despicable post

Like a website, there is a little Ceas in the air (hmm)

With cigarettes, we are not without fucking jokes.

The life of a villain and the improvement of a nigger are well known.

Is approaching

It's wide open and the gun is smoking.

Don't need hope

This is fighting and losing.

When this fear happened, I crossed

Nigger, I hit them

Now you tell me to win.

I see them, they run (high precision, high precision)

They don't want to see us.

Click on the whole juvenile mafia

What to wear is up to us.

Why a bunch of fucking thugs?

When we are always outside of work.

Our millionaire

Killing is unfair.

But someone has to do it.

Oh, yeah, Mobb, deep (hmm)

You want to have sex with us

You little donkey

Don't let your black man get sickle cells or anything.

You played me, nigger?

You have sex everywhere, and then you arrest people or have a heart attack.

You've fucking improved

Before you get beat up, this bastard

This is what we do here.

Anything you want to bring from new york,

Take it with you.

But we don't sing,

We brought the opera.

Shit, you and your mom, mom.

We'll kill all of you and take care of those bastards.

When I came out, I told you it was a big deal.

Then everyone must open their mouth with their mother's fucking point of view.

Go on and on about what we are going to do:

Fucking Mobb is deep,

Fuck big shot,

As a staff member, a record company, as a fucking staff member, have sex with bad boys.

If you want to fall with bad boys,

Then fuck, you too.

Chino XL, fuck, you too

You only care about those bastards,

Fuck, you too.

(As money, as money)

You bastards,

Fuck you, slow bastard.

My fo' fo(44 Ma Genan) tries to stop all your children from growing up.

You take care of those bastards. It can't be us or watching us.

We take care of the fucking villain driver.

To the west until we die.

Here, outside California, nigger

We warned you.

We'll blow you bastards up.

We do our job.

You think you're a thug, nigger, our fucking thug.

There's nothing but the killer.

Real niggers, all you care about is how those bastards feel about us.

Our stools have tripled or quadrupled.

You niggers laugh at us because our employees have been shot. They are in charge of the fucking conveyor belt.

You know how it is. We give up recording their feelings.

You niggers can't feel it

Our realists.

Fuck them.

Our bad boy Kiiras.