[Poster Boy]
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Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King
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Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge
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RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs
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Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin'
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I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Carter Buildin
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And it aint no tellin what I do
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They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)
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I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the east
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In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat
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Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out
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Friday come, you and you have your money out
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Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out
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Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out
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Send her to ER with half her tummy out
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No C-section, no infants comin out
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She cant have babies again
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Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties again
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Holla!
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[Shells]
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Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next since Pac and Biggie
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And I'm Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie
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Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly
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On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly
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Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a chump
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Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck
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See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors
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And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store
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When you boys gon learn I got this game lock
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What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box
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Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit
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I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit
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So hey, its ya life involved - act like it is
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My chain light gray like trash can lids
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If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live
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You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did!
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[Grafh]
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'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama laken
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2 minutes later is where's my salamy bacon
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Niggaz swear the product the makin' requires rockin a aprin
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They liars cause its Betty Crocker they bakin
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Not that I'm sayin that I Cook, Cause I dont
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I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat
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The hookers'll open they jaw for free
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Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me
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When a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day
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The day the dick had ya mother next up one way
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I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe
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Make beef and i'm cookin the sauce - Gravy!
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I be lookin like a boss
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I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarf
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Lookin like I robbed 'em
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Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop
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Holla, cheah!
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[Cassidy]
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Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack
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Where that shit at? Get that 'for I bust shots!
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Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to
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Front if you want to, And get slumped with the gun too
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Gimme mine cause any time I could run through
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And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roof
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Try run dog, you can try hide man
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But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man
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I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin high man
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Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman"
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Look It aint hard to get at you dudes
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I screw waitresses that'll slip shit in ya food
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I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells
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I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL
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The wait is over, I'm a take it over
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I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking soda
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Easy!
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[Jae Hood]
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Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes
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If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill time
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Yall cowards don't want beef, why even start?
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Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hard
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Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie
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Holdin my hammer cause she know its dirty
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You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats what
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Lay you on ya back and yall chumps'll really see whats up
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On the real, yall niggaz better chill
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Think ya crew spittin flames - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill
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It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me
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Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me
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Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad
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Bullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jaw
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Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart
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And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart
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This aint just beats and bars, Its things i'll do to you
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In Compton fuck, I'm tryin to get through to you
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