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you see me just know that im ready
Niggas fall flip sides like confetti
And you still can get cut like a deli
Just hope my shit jam like jelly

Only

summer
And when summer jam
We on the beach with it
Fucking round in Georgia 
Prolly get ya peach pitted
In a Panthers territory, I'll Steve smith him
From

give a fuck what you say
Hit the gas peeling out the garage
Aye yuh still got that loaded smith and wesson
But what the fuck you think you doing thought

struggles
Like children inside their mothers womb
Ready to sprout
I got questions for you no doubt
I still need you like the nine without the eight
Seven

all about the dollars
To this day still slaves to the fucking founding fathers
Ain't it obvious? Coming from the ones profiling us
The journey from

3 don’t expect me to change for you
Rule number 4 especially I’m better than you. That ain’t really a rule that’s a fact I had to throw in to remind

Laying up smoking all this weed I aint stressin
Fat pocket's skinny jeans on me smith n Wesson
Nigga hit my cousin
When I see him imma bless em
Pray

different level
None of you can compare
Anytime, anywhere
Emirates everywhere
Like Michael Smith I'm lethal
Black market billionaire

She said come on bae

Eva have eh
Twin smith and Wesson deal wid the crime
Savvy savvy bwoy afi get it anyweh
Weh mi ketch the claffy
Nozzle a run red hot all now the flame

I'm About to Get Her

R. Kelly

The DEFinition

2004

Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had

Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

Yeah 3-3-300 spartans, leading and marching
Swimming in women, I'm
Sleeping with dolphins, nah
Pay me no

niggas as jokes
Boscotti with the candyland
The only tree that I smoke
The pack travel to a land
By a car plane or a boat
I been hungry for the green
That

boots, with steel tips
Knock you out like, Chris Rock got, by Will Smith
Real shit, fuck around and that metal will spit
This straight from the ghetto,

Gonna Win
By Ruben H. Smith III


I been going so hard
Switching up unguarded 
Shooting like a star
Aiming for your heart 
Stripping off my mask

Whoosh

When you got your brain doing small time thinking 3up the 3up
Couples are together what you saying about lockdown 
You need to 3up the 3up
If

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

Till I Die

T.I.

Till I Die

2015

in the back, in the back
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die,

wrapped round a rope 
Kev took a wiggie and ate it my nigga still breathing 
Could give a bitch all you had and she probably still leaving 
Jazz passed away

around some niggas went and got it out the dirt
Felt the pressure when Smith enterprise was almost at an end
I was right there in them trenches when that

I got a young street nigga like Roddy
Three deep in a Jeep with a shotty
Hail Madrina I’m the new Illuminati
Spanish plug ducking from the federales

Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad

DC's done this, DC's done that
All this talk on the DC
Gang needs to be

decibels you ain't getting by me
Cleanest wordsmith that's word to Will Smith
Light up with the Word boy feeling really lit
Boy I'll print off ya verse n dip

staggered out into the snow
And left a stain that didn't go
Until it was found in four million and three
By descendants of Smith
His snuff box and his

Each morning, day and night
On a near by shore line
Beneath them open skies
Where blue waves gently flow by
Friends of all ages happily smile
As they