I know I'm a hit that "Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it" "Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it" "Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it" "Skins, you got 'em", "Hit it" Man I
and I know I'm a hit that "Skins, you got 'em" "Hit it!" (Repeat 4x) Man I really love it, yo I really need it I have a fat jimmy and I have to feed
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and I know I'm a hit that "Skins, you got 'em" "Hit it!" (Repeat 4x) Man I really love it, yo I really need it I have a fat jimmy and I have to
capital That would be Atlanta One triple O where I'm from Thata??s a homo Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from Thata??s a no no Next up a homicide
no one I'm in a real life slum when I get the gun We don't fear our target, we eat in the car These crackers soldier, in a meni minar I'm a Babylon
Nothin' feels better then the love that you supplyin' Can't make a better ticket that's me and weird science She love me even though I'm fat, I rans the
have that metal Im a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher You a busta a customer, I get you sum cooka Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack an 11, I mack in a
you should've figured that Cause I been drinkin till the point that I'm a dizzy rap Scab, fix up look shop joe Cause I'mma look that part until I'm all
the pyro G.I. Joe mixed with Desperado I ride low with a bomb in the armrest Prepare to snipe a f*** like John F. Connect ya like Nynex, n*** holla I'm
four freaks - now that's me I be the nasty cuban, slammin like I'm patrick ewing Pass me a bag of weed, a brew, and the track that we're doing For you
in the Night I'm a give it to you baby I'm a give it to you right [sapphira] Would you do whatever I want? Would you give me all that I need? [fat joe
While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit A problem with that you see my hand in the place But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in
in Benz's I'm broke I'm givin' nothin' but hell y'all it's cut throat I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime Of hurtin' ass shit that I faced the last
some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin Joint's still burnin and I'm smokin' I was on my
Oakland, California can't leave me alone 'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' Sold my drop-top but I'm still high-sidin' I'm Too Short, Too Short
know what I figured out I'm not a nice guy I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate
a magnum the worlds deadliest handgun I've been around son I'm the quiet type I'm not a loud one but if I feel blows I'm a loud one and I spray like
