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the worst
We finna keep it lit for the whole second verse
Heard him on the hook, man, he said, go to work

So hit that smeeze till your backbone hurt
When you

How do you do?
Oh, uh, (hehe) allow me to introduce myself
My name is Coyote, Wile E. Coyote
I am a genius by trade
I can't wait 'til I cross through

Or a dose of some bad karma
Wholesome lil mama
But we all in love with sin
Now kiss my feet
Or Im replying to your friend
I really will though
Thanks for all

Yo, yo, yo
This beat right here gotta be my
Most favorite beat I ever made
Ya' know cause
Like I was lookin' for the drums and
Cause I heard it

down by the equator

Lover boy got hella haters
Run it up like Fred Taylor, goin' up like elevators
Prayin' for God to save us so we can get out this

life was on my ass
And you looked out for a Nigga
Accept me at my worst
To the hurst
Stuck in this mixture
A love cycle if you will
Smith smack that ass

But don't block me in
Worst thing you can think is trynna box me in
I can never ever see me
Clocking. In. Again
Time waits for no one
So them thoughts

in turf
If you catch me I'm working for show
Cause I cant be slow woah woah
I cant be slow so im always on go
Tryna stack up my paper a lil bit

Takin me for granted
I've learned to count up the strikes
I've taken advantage
Learn the secrets of the dice
No need to sell my soul
I've already

Wanna be a world star by blasting people
Fighting people and making videos for some fame
But in a month nobody gonna remember your name
If you keep it up

this for the real

Yup
Yup
Uh uh look  look

Coming up as a young'n
In these streets where I'm from
You either learned to shoot a ball Or you learn

suicide for real
My lil homie's planning was
To hoop or shoot and drive for real
Got caught doing the latter
Damn I'm so tired of this pattern
I swear songs

for me and you both

[Verse Two]
1997, November I had bad days in my life
It looked like that was the worst
Niggas shot my round like a dog
Left him for

worst only to jail
Not rappin I'm preaching
The way I be speaking 
my thoughts and my feelings
Don't live for the weekend
I Live for the nights when I'm

reasoning yet yall seem to invest
Get bored pour a lil codiene for the press
Ceaseless supression of grief im a mess
And im leaving my x but cant leave this

I been searchin' for that bag
I been tryna get her back
Used to hit it from the back
Damn that pack it brought me back
I'm just tryna take it back

Come around my way

Come and take a lil' trip to my hood
And see that everything ain't all good
If I could turn around my life I would
This is owned by

You'd stay by my side, you'd never lack
And I know you my sister
But back then I swear you were more like my mother
Gave me the love I ain't get from my

by my homie who had asked for a lighter
I felt trapped
When yo friends try to creep on the low
But you tryna do right cause you still on parole
I feel

But you have 4 chords and an idea for a song
So you wont find it too hard
To keep writing in that notebook til September comes
And the Embers done

the time I poured and I can't get it back
Was it for the better or the worst?
Was this the pain I deserve?
All of yo' letters, I done let em' burned
You

big like Lil' Cease in me
You done a lot, so now I'm paying you back tenfold
But it's hard for me to pull you up when my 'ends low
Give me a chance

fear for cuz, he gone hold his own,
Down the road they toatin knives
That ain't even the worst of it,
Got played by perky tits
Never trust a soul, gotta

[Host:]

Tonight I'm standing on highway 666

Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck



[Mr. Lil One]

Stimulated by the slow track, I think I