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Relax And Take Notes

This song is by 8Ball.

Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana
Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke
I just want the paper I just want the paper
I just want the paper I just want the paper
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana
Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke
I just want the paper I just want the paper
I just want the paper I just want the paper

M.E.M.P.H.I.S
I'm a rep this hur till I walk up on death
My demise ain't here don't hold your breath
Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin' like a chef
Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes
Eat dick like its delicious, and grant a pimp wishes
She dig my country talkin', she say I sound funny
Embassy suites sittin' on the bed countin' money
Illegal hustlin', dirty money mustlin
Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin'
Look at my face you can tell I seen both of em
I stick in move do my biz get my doe and dip
My chronic habit heavy weed man in every city
My money big so my airplane il bitty
Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant
Black Phantom wit' the black guts and I'm in it


Fuck it I'm a blast off, take my mask off
Blow ya fuckin' ass off give me the cash cause
M-J-G not playin' no games
If you not speakin' good don't be sayin' my name
Nigga no it ain't OK with you within a day or two
I'm a track you down and pull a mufuckin' rapper root
Ain't no way you niggas can hide
I can get you in the house I can get you outside
I'm a load da pump up, lay down jump up
Surprise everybody fittin' to help me wit' my come up
Damn I done made, all of y'all shit ya jeans
This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean
You all bootleggin' nigga you's a knock off, a imitation
Local ass kingpin nigga wit' a limitation
You don't want no drama wit' me
'Cause I got da ghost of Jeffrey Dona with me


Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when I'm in the ride nine million homicide
Done when ya come wrong shoot suckas in tha Dome
Always about the cheese didn't wanna go there
He don't wanna pay me where he stay lets roll there
What's crooked as a crooked letter hump back hump back
Soda cook the dope together jump back jump back
Meet any weather cock it pump back pump back
If ya bust it first I'm a dump back dump back
Down South we gon hustle to the roster crow
My nose runnin' still cause a nigga used to blow
If pockets low I'll let ya know (don't turn around)
A hair trigger that'll bust (don't make a sound)
I'm a tell ya what to do (lay it on the ground)
Don't be hesitatin' fool (before I blow you down)

Credits

Written by:

Green, Al L. / , Y / Harvey, Osten S. Jr. / Mathers, Marshall B. Iii / Wallace, Christopher

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