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Artist:Daddy/112/Faith Puff
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Date Added:18/10/2007
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I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of
ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop

I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get
more points than me
Sell more joints than me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother
fucker down to the skit nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young,
and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"
I floss the most
shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all
rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money
That shit been long gone, come on

Have much to do with nigga since
Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream
come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but
blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
Cross the t's and dot the i's
Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's
You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere
Bustin' shots in the
atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'
Money laundering, honies
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride

Yo yo yo, it's your
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but
my hand is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
I'm from the projects)
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive
In church
dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a
sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York

Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the
If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot
And I be the person to watch
your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you
Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
Alota y'all sweat it, you try to
How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? That's just how you got into
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest, through the chest that you tried
to protect
Take the voice that you try to project, check
Darin' you to kid, cat shootin'
sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell herb in the crib
Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit
a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to outro

[Sauce Money]
I'm the hottest thing
spittin' so go warn your clique
Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick
motherfuckin' born to hit
I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you
against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when, where, what it's gon' be
I don't give a
fuck if it's he or she
I'm the virgin of hip hop
Nobody fuckin' with me
I know your
type, you a ride dick nigga
Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga
Out of turn speakin', first
one leakin'
Always the Suzuki side kick nigga
Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw
Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick
These nigga's the nicest? No, go
Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit

You're treated and
competed, walk away from it undefeated
Observe it from over there, ok
Ain't It obvious we
You talkin' that slick shit
But I jus' know that you meant me
evidently, you don't know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just
bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take the
Come on and get some of our gun craps
I'll straighten out the nigga now
When I
snap, make your chest cavity collapse
When I glide the entire map
With the frequent four
alarm fire, rap straight up
Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up
And nigga when I eat,
I mean I lick the whole plate up
Look in my eyes, I'm not scared
Sucka, you heard what I
If you don't wanna get dead
No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the
The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule

Don't hold me
back, you bet
How many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines
A nigga God blessed with such
an undeniable shine
I hope you know there's nothin' fresher
The manifester apply the
Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester
Now fix your
fuckin' face up
Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw
Everybody hit the
fuckin' floor
Only the real mother fuckers belong
I hope nigga's don't end the party
before we finish the song
(Bitch nigga)
You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on
the past
When I used to pull spine outcho ass
Live nigga's go stack money, continue to
bill shit
Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit
Zap nigga's like cellular
flips and swell up your lips
Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen
Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger
Salute the legacy of
these throroughly recognized niggas
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