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2. Toast to Me
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7q7CNDhob_k

Lets- paint a perfect picture of victory
lady luck dun blew a kiss for me and dickheads steady pissed at me
what- else do you expect with this leveled success?
i just bevelled my name on the very top step
just so when you reach these peaks and you looked down at ya sneaks
and you think you jumped fly you'll wise and think of me
think of 6 speed who spat slang in 6 speeds
i'm sorta like a pipe dream; i'm just what these bitches need
specifically cause they see the pimp in me
guess im fresh to death since they say pimpin's deceased
but forget to grieve and raise ya glass to toast for me
heaven bound so i wont recieve what hits the ground proposed to me
don't pour ya 40s out, bring the bacardi out
then treat it like i did my soul and pour it all into a couple rounds
3 to be exact and the left over's can go and represent each track
cause i poured my heart in each and every one into the mold of each wax
and with that- said who holds a candle to the amazing ast-en(aston)
don't flaunt in face i just get ahead; call it being passive
flows type flaccid and my income looks elastic
hundreds folded over hundreds; old Ben doin back bends
Thats Franklin and frankly a lot of y'all should thank me
so let's have a toast- i wanna hear some glass breaking

4. For the Soul
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBzT6GPvK14

this one is so ******** soulful.. this what ya b***h ride to when she ride me haha...

let me in... let me in up in this ********
watch this ***** act wild like UPN in this ********
they whole counteract is sayin "iont know how to act"
when they cant comprehend why my flows sound like that
i tried to explain my soul is filled wit hot lead
beautiful murders; they gorgeous! drop dead
i ain't do it for you hoes like i listened to what my pops said <******** if they feel me fasho, oh, aint that what Pac said?
you cunts cant box wit this dotsin(dotson)
meaning cats cant ******** wit me, dog; we do not mix
it's toxic they way i mix these toxins
in wit a lil hip hop, hit ya block then lock in
and aim at every iPod, radio, and dialog
my name in they mouth like they trynna get me auctioned off
meanin all that fast talkin pretainin to Aston Martin
mean either you talk wealthy or you're a very unsmart man
in my soul, right where my heart is, a gull clip is lodged in
my brain feels like its hammered' dont make me c**k ad spark it
like i spark a conversation, but this could be hazardous
kinda like down talkin God in the city of Nazareth
i'm sittin down talkin wit God, while hittin this cannibus
just chillin on this cloud 9 up from the ash and dust
blowin in the wind. control of all my sins
only kill wit words like totin holsters filled wit pens
Aston Martin recked it; totaled it again
and to y'all comin second, i told you i would win!

6. Remember me (Feat. Mai-Mai)
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhJDGJCEjaw

Verse 1
she said "remember me?" i said "i think so"
good thing she cant read me to tell i think "no"
i wore a green coat. she wore a pink sweater
she said "how are things, s0?" i said "couldn't be better"
she had that gucci purse. thought it was would-be leather
but she had a healthy wallet size, so that should mean cheddar
i let her jog my memory; we ran around the mall
wander if she think im courtin her the way we had to ball
she kept me up all night like she was aderall
had to admit she was fine, and the sex wasnt bad at all
it's funny how we warm up when they turn cold shoulders
she had the loose cannon like i was in HER holster
my feelins keener than kel and she was all that
she changed her name from babygirl to "i'll call you back"
but i aint fall for that. watch a ***** fall back
like no vertebre. told that yardbird of prey she all flaps
but she aint fly though. said "i'll show you fly, hoe!"
then guess who pulled up in that Aston Martin? Mai-Mai and s0!

chorus

verse 2 (Mai-Mai)
SO EXCUSE iF i MAi
i SWEAR iM LAYiN THESE CUTZ LYKE i CiRCUMSiSED THE qAME
HE ASKED ME MAH NUMBER i TOLD HiM JUST KALL DA 808
HiS CALLER i.D DA BOOM TO MAH BASE
(PAUSE)
SO DEN i qAVE iT TO HiM, TWiCE JUST iN CASE
SO NO ONE CAN TAKE MAH SPOT, iM DA FiRST AND SECOND PLACE
HE TOLD MEH RUN iT, WE WENT FROM WALL TO WALL
HE KALLED DA p***y PEACHES, LYKE DiZ A MARiO BRAWL
SO i REMEMBERED HiM AND HE REMEMBERED MAi
AND WEN WE HOOK UP iTS LYKE A PLAY DATE
CUZ iM HIS BABY qURL AND HE MAH BABY BOY
iTS ALL-4-US BUT iMA PLAYER, SO HE JUST A TOY
HE AiNT FLY THO, iLL SHOW YUU A FLY NiqqUH
i PLAYED iT Biqq BUT ASTON MADE iT SO_BiqqER

8. On A Good Day
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtfeDu5iE3k

Dont have me blast humans in half. right now im in a good mood
save ya beef for last week. the present feast is good food
heard a lot such as i was hot on ya block like hood news
s0_ast0n drop another classic like the top of astons; just cruise
wit hair blowin hair brained schemed rhyme schemes
siamese to a scene seen sometimes at a crime scene
gruesome spittin 32 lines out like ya tooth sum
or 16 bars like you hit the town until the new sun
decides to rise. dont be surprised im despised by guys ive demised
never fist mingle wit a dude who dezzy and ego is twice ya size
you weak by design. no nerves of steel and your curve's the feel
of gelatin or cellophane; softer than givin a girl's a curves a feel
assert at will loud dispersements of words that's real
jerkin veel and murkin squealers who be wordin deals
wit them bigot pigs who be out to ******** up a good day
this not quiditch so yall urged to stop SNITCHin like what they hood say
a good play; thats how it's portrayed when i hit the mall
got store owners callin laws like "watch who you give the ball"
what the fudd?? it's looney they way we cause a ruckus(ruckers)
"look a scud-missile" what they whistle when i hand-to-mic touch it
they know im bout to drop somethin. a lil old hot sumthin
haters in the back stop frontin when they hear the sound of pop trunkin
excuse me that's just the way the loose cannon spit
i can handle it like holdin a pen writin manuscript
on wax i sound like a candle lit. you can tell the cat a vandal hit
leave it open like an alley or a valley; leave her split. bet a van'll fit
in it. give ya girl the business; no suit or tie
now a girl is what a cat'll lack(cadillac) due to the super flyy
who's the guy? ast0n martin. catch him on a good day
"you get a pass thru my hood today" is sumthin that he would say
but that don't happen often, so when interactin take caution
these paths have tall grass filled wit rats and snakes gawkin

10. Bet They See Me Now (Feat. FTW a.k.a. Slaughterhouse Frontline) (Outro)
Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qlbNBumVPw

And there you have it folks! 10 tracks in 5 hours! but who's countin? hahahaa!! All key styles too! but thats what happens when you surrounded by a team like mine! hustle all day! delivery on demand like a porn star, so i guess it's ******** the world! lol or For The Win! let's go!

Verse 1
"how he grace every track?" duh, b***h, i'm amazing!
change the name and shade frames, but can't change him
here's wassup: get ya money up and try phase him
must be a nuisance to know ya two cents can't change him
is there a question? im the explanation, exclamation, period
i take aback lyricists who hardly took me serious
now my flows is furious and spat out like im delirious
guess i'm out my mind, dog, on a star; Sirius
i speak about my peers as such kings and queens; livin dutch
properly toppling over niggas who try to get wit us
we don't let that s**t fly, no we don't let that s**t ride
like the leere can only fit in here the fit 5
thats Rel, mai, blacc, hot and me
and we did it For The Win; must be the Jock in me
slaughterhouse standin out; i own the property
sit on the track like a BAR stool is steady proppin me
logically i lay the the game down like Socrates
there's a lot in me and it shows; ain't no way for y'all NOT to see!

Chorus

Verse 2 (Mai-Mai)
BET YUU SEE MEH NOW WiFF DiS COKE BOTTLE FRAME*
SLAUqHTER HOUSE FULL OF BEASTS NONE OF DEM TAMED
i AiM, c**k BACK, THAT BLURRED SHT
ROBiN qOLD TRACKS LYKE iM ABSURD RiCH
TiED AT ALL TYMS CUZ BABY iMA BAD BiCTH
iM WALKiN LYKE WUTEVER YUU KAiNT HAVE DiZ
NiqqUHS SPiTTiN CHARMS TO qET EM LUCKY CUZ YUU HAD TRiCKS
iM LUKiN FOR HARD BARS, Biq PiPE DATS A LEAVE EM WET KiT

ahhh im bout to do sumthin new qet readyyy

BET THiS, WEN YUU TAKE DiZ TO DA SPOT MAKE NiqqUHS WANNA STOP DROP AND ROCK DER HiPS
AND WEN YUU TAKE IT TO DA CLUB TELL DA DJ SPiN iT UP AND EVERYBODY START LOSiN iT
SLAUqHTER HOUSE DO iT BABE, KNT HELP BUT HATE WE qETTiN PAiD
DOiN iT Biqq NO REDUCiN iT
AND WEN YUU BRiNq iT TO DA SKOOL AND EVERYBODY ACT A FOOL DiD WE FiNALLY PROVE iT BiCTH?!

AHHHHH DEFiNTLY NiqqUH WE DA BEST, MURDER MANiSON TAKiN OVER AH!

Verse 3 (Blacc)
BLAAAAAAC....he doo's it

the frontline gunner heatin niggas like the summer/
they see blacc sunnin solar headed surfers wat a bummer!/
wannabe trap stars aint nutn but drug runners/
and i swear they bitches loyal to the d**k K-9 cummers/
swervin in that monster chevy oily like afghanistan/ <******** a soccer mom and said we just redid the family van/ <******** up the christmas videos i swear we used the family cam/
skeeted up her sis, her niece, her mama, and her granny damn!/
i swear these niggas never see me daily but they bitches do/
my pockets, hair, and flow is thick i swear my magnums stash is too/
they thirsty for that sticky and, aint talkin bout the herbal boo/
i leave em blowin fleshy blunts i swear ya mama hit it too!!/
and for them niggas sayin blacc would never lay a hand on you/
ya future lookin grim....mandy, billy, and nergal too/
sippin on some random s**t, rappin on the same thing/
the mane mean flow run fast like the bald green/
no scenes, i cameo on camera and make the lens sing/
slaughterhouse ********' beats over to give em pipe dreams.

WAT THESE NIGGAS MEAN S0? WAT THESE NIGGAS MEAN MAI? THESE NIGGAS AINT NEVER SEEN SLAUGHTER LIKE THIS!! THIS AINT EVEN RAPPIN THIS IS LYRICAL GENOCIDE!

Chorus

Verse 4 (Relevant)
I grew up, ********' screwin' up, but soon upped from a loser pup,
to losin' all my foolish stuff that built up in my ruined up,
ol' screwed up mind, who'd I find? Relevant reasons, and peace of mind.
Edible B's, and C's, and I's, alphabetical keys that freeze the time. (stop/echo)
Or at least it seems as so, fa'show when he will bring the flow.
Bring the heat, oh please, and go and, see the beat's decease, she wrote. (murder she wrote)
At ease, no dro. But flows that blow, and choke all those who knows no hope.
Just so no mo' of homos grow these holes we float till hope is broke,
and...drown. Won't lose, never #2, though I do be cleverly pencilin' writtens.
Sever the blisterin' stitches that's found over the lids of brothers and sista's.
These scriptures has pessimist visions, s**t it's plannin' to be sick.
And s**t, these sista's workin' Tulips (two lips), 'cause it's planted on my d**k. (get it?)
Listen (UP), never goin' (DOWN), never givin' (UP), therefore standin' GROUND.
With no hands in doubt, never washin' 'em till walkin' with outstandin' crowds.
This wick'll burn with fickle yearns, with mental sickles, and missile words.
So sharp and explosive, you see me, I knows it. I just wish you heard.
Yo~