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Meat Lovers Slice - Fabio's NY Pizza - Charlottesville, VA

50 cent versace lamborghini

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
'cause I'm a monsta man
I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands

Cause they know what a man want

D'ont confused me with these suckers

See girl I gave you my heart
Is that what you’re gonna do with it
You tore the shit apart
And you played a fool with it
Now I got my heart back
And I don’t even know what to do with it
Girl you broke your promises
You lied and you cheated
Oh girl you make me mad
With the way you played a fool with me
Oh girl you make me sad
With the things that you did to me

Wizkid the guy is tallented

I want these for breakfast sweet huh

Osofia is verry funny

Mr e no be easy

I don't know nothin' about jumpin' out splittin' homeboy head
But, for real, that's bleeped up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who would want him dead?
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see, I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryna talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin' to do this music thing and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female' phone
But you really startin' to sound like a female, holmes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryna get our email on

I hope he no go Do her like chris brown o give her one slap

Burna boy is a big star they know am in the u.s pass 2 face

Good morning people lets have some corn-flakes

2 pac baby you right?

I love this cookie cereal right here

Gangster, gangster, that's what we yelling
Shoot him in his head and let his bitch go and tell them
We in the hood, getting money, we swelling
Bigger than life, you know it's a cheaper price
Bigger in stripes, you know that we doin it tonight
We getting it right, we planning to hit, then flight
We know the rules nigga, live by none
Get it by none, bitch I kill for my son

I want this beautiful escalade right here

Good Morning, Yea (Yea, well, well Yea)
Good morning the same old jerks goin' to work
Garbage man pick up the dirt, the birds don't chirp
There's this nice Lady I know, she always speak
Wit her two children, headed to the school buildin
Then rush home and again to lit housin
And they are puttin' out the new ceilings
Cuz her shit is leakin'
Water keep drippin'down, so she beefin'
Husband keep cheatin', he've been out all-evenin'
Good morning, police shifts the hood is on-in'
So they drive around all-day wit bench warrants
Eatin donuts and sippin' on coffee
Ooops!, sudden stops spills on the walkie-talkie
Damn this nigga is a creep
Whispers to police at the wino in the middle of the street
Wit missin' front teeth twist blunts deep in the cut
It's my nigga so I holler it up, niggaz good morning
Good morning cause I'm still here
Didn't get a wake-up call from out there
So I'm head back to the street for my lesson
And only live by God's blessings
Good morning, yawnin, dawn is no gon'in'
New day, toothpaste brushin my screwface
Follow the light, it's just a great feelin'
And I love life, every minute is pure healin'
Can't you tell I'm much happy nowadays
No more child play, livin' life the foul way
My man just came home speedin
Tryin' to catch up wit 9-years of no freedom
The paper say - "They finally caught 'em"
He back in, I guess street life got too borin'
Kind of quiet, half the hood is still sleep
If you saw the night before you won't believe it's the same street
Put on my lenses, leave the Phantom
Take the low-whip for a trip up to pam-pams
Scramblin' white turkey cacon
"Ma pass the hot sauce from out your apron"

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I don't wanna talk much
You gettin' hawked up and chopped up
Two guns up on your tour bus
Heard you got the cops wit'chu—that's a goddamn shame
The talk on your album, I thought you had a block wit'chu?
Couple niggas to pop wit'chu—you full of shit!
And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop wit'chu
Waiting for a nigga...wit' a mouth like you
When they said you was the hottest, they meant out yo' crew
I'm the hardest in New York City

Verse 1:]
Yeah Rappin Is My Hobby, My House Has A Lobby
My Bitches Act Snobby because I Feed Them Thousands
I Know That Didn’t Rhyme but I’m Only Being Honest
Can’t Pay Me In Cash now I’m Only Seein Commas.
I Swear got On Saks 5th Boxers Right Now
I’m Tryna Milk The Game As If The Game Was A Cow
I Had An Eddie Bauer Expedition 7 Years Ago
My Grandma Used To Tell Me That She Swear I Been Here Befo.
I Used To Wear Braids Like Jason’s Lyric, Woe
Spent A Bundle On The Cross Because I’m Spi-Ri-Tual
I Can Never Pass A Physical I Stay High,
High As The Voice Of Akon!
And Make Mine A Straight wit No Chase
Hold The Ice... I Got Enough On anyway
And when They See The Boy They Hyperventilate
I Got Them Runnin After Me Like I’m About To Win A Race cause

Lil wayne

Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit - got it?

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Ay I love that place them go chop your penis like banku and sardine and tomato u go satisfy die

I was tought never stop, till the money comes,
Now look ya boy life sweeter than a honey bun,
Don’t think I mean sweet like sweeties,
I amputate you niggas, I’m diabetes,
And I get the girls wet like bikinis,
Quirt like a uzi on a hot like Jacuzzi water,
Waiter bring me another drink for me and my niggas,
We made it through another week and that’s Bantom
We just trying to get by, trying to make it to the top,
But the mountain so high,
Good thing I know how to rock climb,
Swinging over you niggas, like monkeys, I find vines,
My rhymes crush grapes, fine wine,
Yes boy, I’m out my mind,
It’s be a billionaire, or die trying,
And I stay higher than a high fly,
Can I get a high five?
You see the dollas bitch I float em, if float em,
Got the boy lookin like he got Christmas ornaments on him, ya dig?
And my cars are imported, want it,
The whips are foreign, they want them deported,
I’m a die hard rockstar, if ya looking for birds, I know where the flocks are,
Money long, so I know where the cops are,
And I stay in a chick buns, I’m a hot dog,

Ugly ass nigga