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man, that makes me more dangerous
I swear to God I can shut down your whole shit
Away at my game gonna get you home sick
Don't play with my name or hear

getting the idea
Everywhere I go
Everything I see
Everything I know it makes me tired and sick
Does it even show? Do I make it clear?
Oh I think you're

Then cool Ty in a Benz drove by
And said throw me 5, I could really get you high
And he replied, man I don't usually do drugs
But this life is tough, so

Things I Don't Mean

Tweet

It's Me Again

2005

I said to you

You make me sick, you can pack your shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
You say crazy things when you're mad 
But

telling me
What I can do or not
I can control my movements
However I fucking want
The results of my actions
Are acknowledged by myself
So I don’t need

the on the beat I make it look like
Jesus
I don't really give fuck about what you say
I'm just gonna do me
How I'm truly shooting, how I'm really moving, I'm bearly

sick of myself and I'm sick of me losing
This the type of shit that'll make me start using
I'm tired of second best and bad music These are the things

all the troubles, forget all the strife
If you're sick I got lyrical medicine
Can't hold me down, cause I'm diggin' livin'

Friday, it's the end

God sent me to make this pathway for all of my niggas
And after me this shit just won't be the same

but you don't know that
It's something about me

the celebration! 
This evening is pronounced in my memories by the amount of laughter and talking and pictures and trying to make up for lost time in one night. This

If it’s the end 
If it’s the end 
Yeah yeah 
Black wolf 
Somo Domo 

Sweet like and salt and vinegar
I know a bitch by the name Vivica
She was sick

Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have

Stan

Dido

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have

24
Oh na na, na nah
Vote Democrats
That's corny
Jasmin Crocket make me horny
She need a man
I can be it
If I'm her boyfriend
She ain't cheating
We back

girl you don't
Have no idea
How you make me feel
Girl when I kiss you
If you ain't here, how badly i miss ya

U think u know
But girl you don't
Have no

or the third moon I have no idea
I'm sick of the beach

I'm sick of the beach
Just take me anywhere else
Anywhere but that beach
I hate the beach

I'm sick

have our own way
I'm just blown away by everything I've seen with you
I've been going 24 we can make it through
We been going 24 on some real shit
Hit

turn into you
You make me, make me sick
In a grave site jumping fences
All these faces passing by
I burned a CD just for the ride
Lucid daydream we had

Stick stick… stick stick it to the sick
Stick stick… stick stick it to the sick
Come on now, don't join that clique
Stick stick… stick stick it

save me
Show me the way

Idea I'll make you exist
Idea I'll give you a body
Idea my darling darling darling idea
Lay in the air
And wait that I breath

parents cry
I'm a sick piece of shit call me the devil in disguise
I'm a player but in the game you also get played
Think you got a baddie but the other

Hood Figga [Radio Version]

Gorilla Zoe

Hood Figga

Chevy Sittin On 24's 
Flats Look Like Flapjack, Pancake You Aint Know 
Hood Nigga 
Im A Play The Game How It Go 
They Can Take Me Out The Hood 
But

Stan [Live At 43rd Grammy Awards]

Elton John

Curtain Call: The Hits

2005

I'm in the car right now, I'm doing ninety on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins,

Mobster's Anthem

Twista

Adrenaline Rush

1997

quest
From hustlin' 24-7 to makin' niggas get undressed
The mobster in me got me obsessed
With lucci and success, so I can care less
If I gotta be