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out the zone, stone-facin is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin
It's hard
Can you picture us rolling?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me?
We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track
Can you picture us rolling?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me?
We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track
Can you picture us rolling?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me?
We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track
Can you picture us rolling?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me?
We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track
the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives
stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga
it stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
sittin' on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on
You can admire, but don't look too long

I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my
Juicy J (Big Gipp)-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen 

They welcome me into Jerusalem 

Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham 

I got my .45 by my side
saying,
What it is what you saying,
What it is, what it is,
What you saying, what you saying?
How you feel, how you feel, 
What you may, what you may.
to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
I try
To get along and it don't work
I love to hurt
have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for
a million on my mind (I'm the best),
And these pussy niggas running out of time (Ricky Ross),
I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece,
Yeah I bought
on the run
I live my life by the setting sun, got one more smoke and a broken lung
Just got a deal and I'm feeling great, here's the E-I-G-H-T 0h-eight.

I
Lincoln continental
 
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
Battle for your mind
Like Israel and Palastine
Good news there is some hard a** times
No more disses

Repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days of doris'
to a double
They hatin' me now - I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble
But it is all gravy - I'm running and ain't 'bouta stumble
Backoff a few years
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)

Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive I'mma
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen 

They welcome me into Jerusalem 

Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham 

I got my .45 by my side
blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)
We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs
And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops