This shits pretty old, but its absolute fire. I had to put it up because no matter how many times I listen to it, I love it.
"This the flow that put haters on their deathbed
and make the chicks blow the whistle give me rev head
somebody call 911 like ‘clef said
‘fore my man’s n ‘em black out, Meth Red!
the newspaper say young rapper left dead
the only suspect they have is young funeral
and when you see him
he might be on his goony proud
so you put him up in the air George Clooney style
slow motion for me so just slim juvenile
don’t sh-t move a dude can’t move his bowels
catch it like Larry Fitzgerald
Kurt Warner bullets coming out the 5ths bureau
baby I’mma make it, my sh-ts thorough
you shootin blanks your sh-ts durrough
the competi… can’t hold hold me
but first lay in a box and cross your hands for me
fan base killer blame your loss of fans on me
I triple what you see’s like I’m Ross’ man homie (Triple C)
dudes get to New York like loso’s dead Tony
you pick the place everybody cross the land for me
keep it real, I can’t endorse or stand phoney’s
‘less we arm wrestle don’t force my hand homie
these YSL’s cost a grand only
my white girl bought that Porsche Cayenne for me
sweet, sweet like Georgia peaches
school of heart, I get brain from gorgeous teachers
funeral in the house, no mortgage either
any competition he see the boy just ethers
I can’t feel my face this that Boston George reefer
you lie if you say I aint hotter than August weether
I mean weather!
you can’t see me, I mean ever!
ever ever, Andre 3 G
this is me G, Gucci print G-G
clean ice neck full of frozen Fiji
been in the game long as Mario, Luigi
no Juvenile, Wayne, Turk or B.G.
I’m still Hot Boyz but its stutter gang jack
you bang right the first time they don’t bang back
you’s can’t ball like me they quickly meer in H.O.R.S.E
I bring death to em, no hearing loss"
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