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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 n***a f** 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, b**hes 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 a** been?" Weak n***as been eatin' while you been fastin' But you can ask Kaz 1 When my sh** drop, y'all has-beens Been gainin' popularity now I'm bout to cash in [Verse 1: Bump J] I used to sell coke before I got in this rap sh** 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 a** do back flips Smoke a n***a, I'd rather just poke a n***a like cactus Come up off that [?] Take a n***a's j**els 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 [Verse 3: Sly Polaroid] You know what I'm about Money and gun play The right stain will make a n***a rich in one day Rappers Stop askin' about Boogz and Kanye You know I can't let your stupid a** 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 n***as and show them how the fire work I remember when we was just kids with no names Then we start robbin' dealerships, usin' c**aine 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 n***a bu*t naked, puttin' cigarettes out on his chest I'm a Goon Squad gangster you can't make a n***a say we cowards n***as already know what it is when they play the album I hustle the streets with the sh** that look like baby powder You was at home with a b**h, tryin' to s** a baby bottle They took me out the streets now I'm back on 'em f** 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 n***a 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 sh** we carry around I kidnap, rob 'em, starve n***as 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 b**h didn't hurry down