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If the air is a little thick in this room tonight
I reckon it's the result of an onslaught of separatist rookies
Overcome by this colorful sight
Mikes
Or a lifetime supply of Air Force One Nikes.
Your Love Is
Like a one to your real
And 106 and Park or my own label deal.
Your Love Is
Follow my lead, I'll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out,
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
  
Squeeze the trigger
  
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
G-D's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trappin' ass
you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can
black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get
Az Usual, the only way to survive

(4x)

[Second Verse]
My lifestyle, still crazy fuck how shady it seems
By my side bes the three-eighty, lady of my
falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is
I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Pussies
Fall in and get quoted y'all
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up

Obie went plat
An' he back with another classic
50
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
G-D's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trappin' ass
get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse 
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts 
Yeah, ha hah! 
On the wheels
k By Thug Demand

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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
the dragon
.44 Magnum - splatter you in front of your family
My fire arms, never be tired - up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye � an' one in
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
Sometimes I feel like I've been infiltrated
Mama told me I'm too related
By niggas I'm often hated
The reefer keeps me sedated

I've waded through
back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome

This is the Carter y'all
+High+
Hustle big like Butch in the why-be	-I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by
beyond deep 
I got a chemical romance, two left feet 
So now I dance with the devil please G.O.D. 
Save me from the black parade, release me 
My life
around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album
But
You've made that perfectly clear, I get my a** kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there
From the black side