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possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be

possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be

I got these pants that you gave me
On for 3 days straight
I got a condom in my pocket
But she 3 days late
Pull out a stick they get to running
Like

The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

Well, it was just like that that day when I set out to look for Bill.

Oh, the awful hush that seemed to crush me down on every hand,
As I blundered

read
Every time I crawl past your door
I been wishin' I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed

in big bones call out 4 door,
Might flex on my ex pulling up in 3 double O,
I creep slow when I’m sippin on the Moe,
Attitude on go when I’m dealing

I'll make it juicy for you, shit
Marley, I be you
Shout out Too $hort
I'm goin' in 
The Aphilliates, nigga 
Holla at your boy

I got a bitch

Hit da Floe

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

been in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we fell out
You

the floors for no reason
I be spazzing on tracks like I do it every season
Feel like Trae Young when I walk in the door bitch I'm a demon
I'm a devil I'm

and my gang
Top of the world with you by my side
I'm down for the ride
No matter what
I will always be there
Back to our younger days
Some things have

snitching he is a rat 
He showed 12 where them shooters at
If the rap game was a track
I'd be Usain Bolt when I am running laps 
Running laps
Running laps

running the zoo.

fresh am looking clean i bought Celine.
 man makes money on gasoline. 
 i just knock down all my haters i was passing by the ring.
thank

I don't get complacent
Fuck all that fake shit
I'm going places, ey
Running it up, you can see I got it right
Doors on the whip, suicide
Feels like

is a better plan to break between the margins
Forever purge I hit a nerve you're running out of options

I'm a Hidden leave shinobi I unreveal world

the deal keep it real we ain't gonna never back down

Hook
When you feel the hunger and your stomach is growling
You can sit and suffer or you figure it out

my whole career for five years
As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance
I got out by a chance
Them nights was like the Superbowl watching

these rappers be dropping throwaways
Their projects need liposuction
Meanwhile every track I drop
Has a piece of my soul
30 cs out the door
With my squad

dis  0hustlas stress man im trying chill every night down by the poolside with the fucking good vibes man you know we chilling out man  you know bitchs

think you know
Put out a track and then dreaming that it's about to blow
It's in the bag, not the cat, but in fact, the shower's cold
So close the door

don't judge her 
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track 
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2

and a twenty
I pulled out the 3 ones cause it was the least that I could do
Rolled down my window half way and called for the man
He was sitting now looking

Lamborghini doors
Sit in Courtside seats
And Ball out at the mall
Surrounded by these model broads
Bad bitches with some bad habits
A couple daddy issues that

really tell between the night and the day
Sleeping schedules mixed like Benadryl that's laced with cocaine
I'll rest for two, three maybe four hours a day

She fuckin' everybody's man ain't nobody safe out here watch out!
I fuckin' warned you bitch
You wanna fuck my man when you knew about me?
Running some