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the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
you ain't gotta question
Or better yet second guess anything that I might say
You see not a single syllable is out of place
I rock a venue, people
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
contest
It's not a worthwhile conquest
Woi
The pum's stressed she can't believe I ain't done yet
The hour long ting was just one set
Born to smash it I
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
the hood baby not in the groin
Mama got a little church I could join but I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I could join but I didn't go yet
Cool with
of them noones the o-p-p that be dead
And done and dusted and left for dead me not getting busted
I bring the smoke
Not for you to toke
I bring the smoke
a Winnie-the-Pooh scarf as of yet
But I'm getting one so stay away from me
I'll spray three-eighths and I'm
Not even crazy not even lately
Feel so calm so you can't
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
stuck in this muthafuckin dope game
would i lose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes
would a young nigga see P on the news
I done seen rappers get their
like my brother master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we
Having p’s like the alphabet
Vv’s energize my neck
These niggas ain’t got it yet
And these niggas ain’t gotta check
These hoes they for Anyone
Point
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
of a bird is a burden
So? He's spurred on by love of the cash
Money's the root of evil
But brodie done already planted the tweed
Hope it don't fester in me
to throw some shots out?
Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause
lose both sides of the coin
So me, I play the hood, baby
Not in the
Mama got a little church I could join
But I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I
money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
- Heard the one about the two bulls? Not yet
- Not yet well these two bulls
Are sittin
We realize they ain't talk about Harvey Weinstein yet
Fuck whoever not with us, nigga, that's how I play
Rest in peace to that nigga Deebo from
as ostriches! Evil forces seek to control us, not yet! Souls
Object to this soulless carnage! Nevertheless we
According to his promise? It's garbage
We pay this
to the see-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my
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