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"Electro-convulsive therapy part one."

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I can't stop till we all ball

And walk around with gold in our mouth like Paul Wall

Nigga fuck all y'all

I'll just stay on the grind and sell out beats

Til I'm all over the hood like LRG

Matter fact all over Chicago

And I'm about to be on Oprah tomorrow

There's nothin' nobody can ever say to top that line

I'm in housewives' livin' rooms, stop that shine

Y'all already know Kan is a legend like John is

Rockin' that Louis Vuitton that only a don get

Got beef, bitches gettin' they Boost on

They bring me that Gucci I give 'em a Boost phone

Fel feel the new song so he give it airplay

Got calls 'bout Diamond from Nas and Jay on the same day

Fan's askin', "Where yo ass been?"

Weak niggas been eatin' while you been fastin'

But you can ask Kaz 1

When my shit drop, y'all has-beens

Been gainin' popularity now I'm bout to cash in

[Verse 2: Bump J]

I used to sell coke before I got in this rap shit

I wrap bricks now my [?] is a mattress

You runnin' from the cops, tryin' to get that lil' pack flipped

I'm runnin' round tryin' to stick my dick in an actress

The mac spit, it can make that ass do back flips

Smoke a nigga, I'd rather just poke a nigga like cactus

Come up off that fetty

Take a nigga's jewels then walk right past him with them on the next day

Goons

Mob get in, get in tune

It's plenty room

The back seats feel like a living room

He's a great

These left rights will beat your face

Poppin' bottles, my brother just beat his case

I up the iron, every one of you will bail

I got fully semi hand guns and none of them for sale

Yeah, homie peep my steez

My ice game sick, I got a lot of stones like Chief Malik

[Verse 3: Sly Polaroid]

You know what I'm about

Money and gun play

The right stain will make a nigga rich in one day

Rappers

Stop askin' about Boogz and Kanye

You know I can't let your stupid ass get Bump J

I'm ten with a gun when I fired it work

Around the same time I got tired of church

Yeah, as a shorty I ain't play with the fireworks

I ran up on niggas and show them how the fire work

I remember when we was just kids with no names

Then we start robbin' dealerships, usin' cocaine

The money was best, the power was next

For that paper

I shoot slugs out of the tec

I mean Sly jumped out of the rest

And have a nigga butt naked, puttin' cigarettes out on his chest

I'm a Goon Squad gangster you can't make a nigga say we cowards

Niggas already know what it is when they play the album

I hustle the streets with the shit that look like baby powder

You was at home with a bitch, tryin' to suck a baby bottle

They took me out the streets now I'm back on 'em

Fuck a credit card, know Sly got the stacks on 'em

Know that

And know Sly got the straps on 'em

My white Air Force 1's don't got a scratch on 'em

If I ain't a gangsta nigga what do you call that?

I fresh out on bond with a pistol and all black

If you was gettin' money I was comin' for all that

Cheif gave me a hundred thou

Told me to fall back

You heard about the shit we carry around

I kidnap, rob 'em, starve niggas

Last victim lost thirty pounds

This is a dirty town

I wouldn't of never took 'em but he called for the cheese and

His bitch didn't hurry down