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YA BOY lyrics : "100 More Bars"

Yeah
Ya boy
100 more ^!$$%

Aye

I got my city on lock

And it's like Christmas when I drop
Erybody get a present
Flow hotter than a desert

I'm flyer than a phesant
I'm higher then a parot
Hundred thousand dollar chain

Brain brighter than the carats
I'm ahead of ya'll
No breaks on the boy wheels

The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables

Look, bottom line is you ^!$$%s is hoes
I'm the realest ^!$$% breathin
You ^!$$%s exposed (chyea)

Young Ya Boy the one man army
Tag ya toes offtop tottin and tarmy [? ]
I ain't scared to use it I ain't scared to yank it

Your body on the cement under that white blanket
No I'm not fakin
I'll leave your head vacant

So if I give you some good advice betta take it
Like, don't $#&@ with ya boy he crazy
He like Eminem an dem ^!$$%z that boy shady

Hottest choufour ^!$$% dat boy lazy
And I don't really even like to $#&@ (*##$ brang me
Walk with a limp, I'm a pimp hoe pay me

I'm ballin like M.J. in the mid 80's
I'm on fire, Bay to Bangkok
Put a hole in your chest the size of Flava Flav clock

I hear the rumors surfacin in the hood
But I ain't trippin I'm in Malibu surfin I'm good
One southwest flight

Your (*##$ slurpin my wood
And I keep a team of haters like they workin for Suge
Heard them ^!$$%z wanna get me come and try dat boy

I'll put some money on your head yeah buy dat boy
Two heaters never creepin we gon fry dat boy
Leave him sleepin call the reeper he done died at war

^!$$%z pillow talk they way right into death
And AIDS killin more than guns you can die from sex
He don't worry me at all, you can die from stress

And wit rapper want it me you can die from press
Bullets cost 20 bucks you can die for less
Pretty quick on ya feet, try an dodge this tech

If a ^!$$% run up he'll get lyed to rest
(*##$ my name is Ya Boy and I'm the West
I'm the east, I'm the south ask ya girl

Got a Taliban flow bout to bomb the world
Bout to blow tryna hallow the perfect timin girl
Nahh these ain't braces these diamonds girl

I'm the walkin Flash light I'm shinin girl
Betta put on them Prada shades and get blinded girl
Get it wet, let me knock out the linin girl

Now turn around, let a ^!$$% get behind ya girllll (HAHA)
I'm the truth in fact, spit hot like fire
Melt the booth like wax yeah

They tryna rap like me but they can't do it
Cause me and them don't pump the same brain fluid
You ain't good as I is

You ain't hood as I is
Ask about me in the hood, I'm the biz
I'm chicken noodle soup sick

Yeah I'm on some cool %#@!
All black lay back bumpin some old Snoop %#@!
9 mili with two clips on some troop %#@!

$#&@in with my eastcoast ^!$$%z on the stoop (*##$
I know you impressed but yes yes I do dis
I'm a pitbull and hip hop's my food dish

I do it for California, Texas, both the Carolina's to Florida
New York, Nevada, Illinois, Georgia, my DC
And Maryland ^!$$%z yeah this is for ya
Massachusettes out to New Jersey
I do this for my Pennsylvania ^!$$%s screaming "Early"[? ]

Oregon, Nebraska, Washington, ask em
I got it on lock AZ to New Hampsire
Ohio, Alabama, Louisiana
And all my Missouri ^!$$%s with country grammar
Nuff respect UK to death

Even China and Japan know Ya Boy is next
New Zeland, Australia, Africa, Jamaica
Canada my t-dot ^!$$%s got it Quakin
I'm a worldwide ^!$$% yeah the boy is nice
The New Era in hip hop (*##$, this Precise!

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