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St. Louis Alumni

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(feat. St. Louis Alumni) [Intro: Ali] Check it out, my name is Ali I roll with them Lunatics You know us, know what I'm sayin' But what you might not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we gon' do it like this First up we got my man Jewely!!! [Jewely] Now what's a grand finale If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El Caminos on toners Hotel Nico with Mona, weed from Pamona And any ghetto catch this St. Louis nigga on the corner My persona known to leave rappers in a coma So faggotts stop the grinnin', them chrome rims reflect The hate in your face as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll knock your heart out your chest Rappers suffer from cardiac arrest If I'm uncomfortable I dump a few You niggas are actin' like, I won't send em to the afterlife This is Judah Zor, a hard act to follow Murderous clique nigga, known as desperado. [Ali] Up next, Hillsdale representative My nigga M.K.!!! [M.K.] You knew what time it was soon as you stepped in the door Bitches gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!" Where he go? Me I be loungin' between the ice Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that Dig the way that you think, them your partners? Get them a drink, shit one bitch was strippin' Cause she didn't get picked, but baby We roll with time, it's only rippin' the six, trick Minutes later nigga rollin' four deep Them bitches tonguin' in the back I'm gettin' some head up in the frontseat She like, "I got this" you control the cockpit While her partners in the back sixety-ninin' tradin' cock spit. [Ali] Up next, we got that hazel-eyed heartthrob Miss Fo' Reel, Penelope!!! [Penelope] Hot like fire, makin' these niggas yearn Don't be stressin' me dirty, you got shit to learn How to keep these seven zeroes that's my only concern Put a torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit The Marilyn Monroe, of the ghetto I'm a sucker for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey (I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that) Get the fuck on out of my face talkin' all that Old silly ass bullshit. [Ali] Up next, Kujo!!! [Kujo] Niggas hate me cause I'm nice in the game And got a style priceless like ice in the chain Aiyyo so who am I? I'm the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone, been in the game too long Here's how you want it, you come with guns nigga We cock two, got work? I comp too Block one, we pop two For the love for my family, and my seed Makin' sure them records live on, from now until infinity I'm from the 34, live in 3D Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Figi Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas sick of me No matter what the fuck you faggotts do You can't get rid of me. [Ali] Peace, to my cousin Trife, up next The one and only Mic Checker!!! [Mic Checker] St. Louis, what you know bout high-grade we wastin' it? What you know bout 76 pounds to break down in the basement? What you know bout chances enough Air Course Suitcases and pretty pictures out in Lambert Air Port? What you know bout losin' count cause there's so many stacks? How many niggas can say shit like this But there's truth in the tracks? What you know bout clicked up nigga? Out the country whilin' How many you niggas done had pussy from the Virgin Islands? What you know bout your broad beggin' to be my mama? Lunatics and Skunk dick player up in Trulany What you know bout mo' bail? We brolic like Brutis Come for them, everyday and my clique's all exclusive What you know bout Spanish Town? Amongst the gun clappers Buff they penis soup head still on my red snapper. [Ali] One love to PL-Spin Naw you know, up next Boogee Mann!!! [Boogee Mann] Well Mr. B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin, so tuck your vest in My lyrical Mack-10, spit flows that kill men It's the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all So just warm up the water, cause we Blink like Trotter Half-baked half slaughter, comin' like Vince Carter How you want it head or cut? We in the back of the truck Tryin' to see if baby girl can make me bust this nut Cause I'm 24 inches above the gun creek Get these hoes deep, so you pack yo heat. [Ali] What up Spud? Up next representin' V.I.P. King Jacob and Suga Chi!!! [Suga Chi] Microphones I burn bitches to whom it may concern with this Gotta learn this is to all my foes



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