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Hook
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Jo Jo Pellegrino
Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Sh*re South is home
Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and s**t
Cadillac Tah
Yo, you b*tch is prey, time pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe Errr
f*gg*t nigg* I slide through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech like a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A double D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You ain't comin' close
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, Murderer
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R.C.
It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a b*tch serve the guard properly
She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give you cataracts, b*tch who you foolin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigg*, no one to leave
Fabolous
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's spelled with a capital F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
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Fortune
It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame rise gon' respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' with no warning
Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Violators, big dogs respect the line
act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne
Remy Martin
Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
Machine Gun Firing
So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest b*tch
And that's why I'm the only b*tch on this s**t
And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a d*ck
This rap s**t I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it
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