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[Poster Boy]Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama KingFuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridgeRP put the hawk to ya over ya ribsKeep thinkin` that the god is chillin`I`m the reason custies is comin` to the Carter BuildinAnd it aint no tellin what I doThey may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)I`m the number one stunna when it comes to the eastIn the Jag with the .40 cal under the seatNigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me outFriday come, you and you have your money outSon, my gun`ll bring a playboy bunny outSomebody gotta die, I`m a try ya hunny outSend her to ER with half her tummy outNo C-section, no infants comin outShe cant have babies againMe and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties againHolla![Shells]Ayo, You boys is silly, i`m next since Pac and BiggieAnd I`m Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and GillieCatch Shells all-star weekend down in PhillyOn my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chillyLook - I Clap milli`s, act willy, you a chumpOnly kid in the hood with elevators in his truckSee, I flash bucks, rock all black doorsAnd my watch ice`d out like Jacobs storeWhen you boys gon learn I got this game lockWhat you got for your deal, I spent on X-BoxKeep frontin like you hungry, I`m a feed you a biscuitI got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkitSo hey, its ya life involved - act like it isMy chain light gray like trash can lidsIf one of yall take my chain - none of yall liveYou like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did![Grafh]`Cause A lot of yall are fakin`, one minute is asolama laken2 minutes later is where`s my salamy baconNiggaz swear the product the makin` requires rockin a aprinThey liars cause its Betty Crocker they bakinNot that I`m sayin that I Cook, Cause I dontI keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boatThe hookers`ll open they jaw for freeFuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for meWhen a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one dayThe day the dick had ya mother next up one wayI come up one way drunk pushin a porsheMake beef and i`m cookin the sauce - Gravy!I be lookin like a bossI pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarfLookin like I robbed `emTell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shopHolla, cheah![Cassidy]Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clackWhere that shit at? Get that `for I bust shots!Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want toFront if you want to, And get slumped with the gun tooGimme mine cause any time I could run throughAnd put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roofTry run dog, you can try hide manBut when I bust the gun dog, you gon die manI drinkin rum dog and I`m gettin high manSay good bye man or a prayer - "Aman"Look It aint hard to get at you dudesI screw waitresses that`ll slip shit in ya foodI got yay for sale and I got crazy shellsI got it locked from Illadelph to ATLThe wait is over, I`m a take it overI`m a bubble like vinegar and baking sodaEasy![Jae Hood]Ayo, I`m a D-Block nigga - I don`t respect wack rhymesIf you had a gat in a clock, you couldn`t kill timeYall cowards don`t want beef, why even start?Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hardCome thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdieHoldin my hammer cause she know its dirtyYou got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats whatLay you on ya back and yall chumps`ll really see whats upOn the real, yall niggaz better chillThink ya crew spittin flames - I`ll put ya hot dogs on the grillIt gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin meLike a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein meCall me a director - I give clips to ya broadBullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jawGo `head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heartAnd leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cartThis aint just beats and bars, Its things i`ll do to youIn Compton fuck, I`m tryin to get through to youThe gauge`ll open ya chest like vicsHow you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is dicksI don`t wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toastLiars get shot in they tongue - I`ll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!

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