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Ay, Skinny buggin'
Lit about a half a pound, we smokin' zazi
Servin' fentanyl
This turn you to a lifeless body
Way I'm getting all these riches
Bitch

Lookin' for a mark or a nympho
Breathin' this pollution
Always dancin' with the streets
With my heat, can't be beat
Get in mind and we ridin'!

I'ma ride, I

$ui, hahaha what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what

Bitch, I step in your hood
Like it's Fly by Night
You got the nine? That's alright,

flows 
She's one of those a little psycho Ha ha ha
Like mrs smith and Brad Pitt
I love this b**** it go down down Down
Rumors says hills it has eyes
So

It wouldn't hurt you to try
But maybe I'm not Mr. Right
I do this shit on the fly but I wanna do this shit all of my life
Ain't no respect for my enemy

to he block but this muhfucka’ gated
If you want the Draco, lil’ nigga
Come take it
We shot the block up ‘cause I’m hot
I’m impatient designs

Trouble Man

Sho

Trouble Man

1993

time to vote
And if I did Mr.President wouldn't understand
Life in the ghetto
I'm the trouble man

(Willie D)
What ya know about the trouble man

Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)

Intro: (50

Mr. Potato on the barrel
Knock his head off
Ran off on the plug
I just Skirt off
In the pussy beat it up
Just like a jerk off
I like her body bitch

Look I'm off this, don't piss me off my bitch like chocolate
Aww shit, ruin ya noodle U dudes get nauseous
The boy flip serial killer who's eating

Alright, Mr. Avila, thank you for coming here today
I see you're already laying down pretty comfortable
So, uh, we can get started
Real quick, just

I beat the odds nigga most of my niggas in the grave I'm standing on this thank God for rap cause I get to my business tell me what's it's hittin Fo

I can tell 
by ur eyes
What i'll say
No surprise

What i did
Keep it real
So u know girl
How i feel

I get excited everytime u come my way
(when u

this is all in faith, I'm kinda cold
Rewind
Brace yourself the quiet storm is coming
I'm conflicted, I should give the warning
Can't conform cause I can

box
Mr. Harris where the gun? lip locked
Yeah I got it locked down like a pill top
I been running to the money on the hilltop
You dont get it boy I

Young nigga I used to go & skip school & ride with the tool
30 chains on, Mr T, I pity the fool
And I'm keeping it cool, bad bitch sitting by

Sheesh, I guess I'm back
Brought some guns with me
From tourin' in Iraq
Baghdad, trash bag, my money in Glad bags
I am Mr mosely, your bitch on my

All dem deh, weh all dem deh did deh
Mr. Wacky, Bogle him set them trend deh yeah!
A dancing legend living in heaven
Til I see you again, me have it say

literally had one job.
I have informed Mrs. Claus if your negligence and I will be pursuing legal charges.
May the Lord be with you.
As Always
Santa Ain't

to no man 
That's why I stay on my grind.
These days people die young, 
See those *iggers by the conner wanna do me like Pop Smoke.
All my moves are

And how they loathe the poor
If I say any more they might be at my door
(Shh) Who the fuck is that
Staring in my window?
Doing that surveillance on Mr

Bullets getting bigger kause they niggas getting bolder
Fuck them lil rocks bust my shit down in boulders
I didn't fuck the bitch she just got kold

roll wit a thug
Say lil wop
What's up, what's up
All of this money don't know who to trust
In the booth saying all the above
Who gonna stop me man I

With you by my side girl, we would never miss
No matter where we are girl, we'll get over this
Know you wanna fly, let me take you on a ride
Give you one