Rick Ross
Push Em Over The Edge
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Never measure a man by his money but by his moves.... monkey
Get money homicide is what it comes with it
We da killas mufucka who you go get
I handle homos solo
So smooth not a wrinkle in my polo
Damn you ratted Preme
Damn near ratted on queens
Dont a ma'fucka love you
Its hard to findout your father was your uncle
This snitch infested with incest
Sold ten mill still not in the 10 best
And all you n***as look gay
Not even respected as a Red Cafe
You're not half of Jay Z
Not Nas fake Saigon maybe
On sight yall n***as gettin smacked
And dont forget the fact yall n***as all wack

Lloyd "Blanks" I know you wonder why I ain't saying nothing bout your bitch ass but I could never acknowledge you, you suck your assistants dick on tape and he licked it, you're a fucking dick-sucking faggot
N***as homo y'all could Google it. Lloyd Banks your career is over
In the south we know you used to suckin dick thats why we don't fuck with you. We don't even know you

So that brings me right back to the fuckin monkey
CSI New York n***a you want to investigate something you fucking private investigator (ha ha)
You'sa a dick-sucker n***a
We watching your empire crumble before your face
You're embrassing your colleagues
Come out the closet and admit it curly ADMIT IT CURLY!!
You're a dick-sucker
Your career is finished
Bow down