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He scalped me very slowly, I felt all my flesh just tear (arghhh)
And in that final moment I was struck by grief and woe (crying)
I don't really wanna

head'll go through the ceilin'
Yes it will

I'm a moron and this is my wife
She's frosting a cake with a paper knife
All what we got here's American

New Vibe Who Dis

Little League

New Vibe Who Dis

coming up but we're on a roll
Do it all again, talk about squad goals

Bye bye out of my mind
You say hello and I don't reply
Got my own friends, you

a bitch town

Lil bitch said what about me, tell that hoe to say it now

It ain’t no bitch inside my blood and I’m riding with that stick

Nigga try me ima

ignore!

V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)

1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…

1/2 Group 3 & 4 
Here here

All Group
I say we finally ignore

1/2 Group 1 & 2

Sorry Mama, Sorry, Sorry Mama
Uh I'm still getting high, I love getting high, I love getting high til I fall
When I wake up all my demons stay by my

I want you by my side
So that I never feel alone again
They've always been so kind
But now they've brought you away from here
I hope they didn't get

Only my 68st peoples knows what I'm talking bout
But life ain't gave me that path
God gave me knowledge and a mic to go and rap 
Rap about all the times

pardon the state of mind that I'm in
But my patience is paper thin as I wade against
All the hate I get
My relationship with time has never been great I

second, I'ma crash, if a  niggas try, then he gon' die
Ain't nothing broke about me, I swear to God, that shit is not my kind

I'ma try to stack my papers

What You Talkin' Bout

Young Jeezy

The Inspiration: Thug Motivation 102

2006

to the pros
Yeah I soared past college (Yeah!)

What you talkin' bout?
Nigga my life (Hey!)
And I'ma get it all
No matter the price (Ha-Ha!)
When I did

the trenches, back to the paper, I'm back to my business 
Caught lackn' you finished 
Stretched in the field, half back in like Emmitt 
Sub-track and division,

some big figures (Cap)
He all about clout go make you a triller (Bitch)
I got to the bag so I’m really the winner (Bread winner)
I’m on another level I

about my life, I just wanna die
I'm goin' to the top, get your ticket bitch then stand in line
I got a psycho killer livin' inside of my fuckin' mind

I love my family
I love my niggas
Love my weed I love my trigger
So I can bust off
I love my paper
I love you haters
But ain't no more room on my

Every girl I meet wanna be in my life
And they all tryna have my baby
I tell em I'm good I'm straight
You ain't want me like that way back in 07
Now you

they bragging bout, fake amounts.
Dancing with the wolves in the hood, trying to make it out.
Check the times daily news, all about my paper route,
They

is throwing dirt on my name, 

Thats all the shit that i will never tolerate, 
Trying to keep me from giving my family everything like its a holiday,

Big bag Cheeba Man I had packs that I moved from my hood to the next town
Now we gon take in the big racks now I never thought about putting my pen down

linens
My crib looking like a hotel, imma go and get a couple biddies 
Ma-Ma-Maserati tinted 
Fuck around and spend about a house, boutta re-up on another

When I sip on that yak
My mind goes on a track
Feeling like I'm under attack
Don't care about ya'll feedback
When I sip on that yak
Boy you better

you in school can't hang with us
Stayed down and I stayed went and got my paper up
Went from getting stabbed in the back now it's paper cuts
And they

Bitches real quick to show some love when you about to blow
Funny I say bitches but I'm barely talking bout these hoes
And my cup too clean I been done

new
Wanna cause trouble with you
Let's trespass together
Let's vandalize together
Let's talk about the weather
Let's drop a tab together
Paper, ink