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Ain't no mercy for me niggas, so no mercy for these niggas
Hypnotized by the chant, and it's matching up my rhythm

You know I like to fuck niggas'

got Janet Jackson braids baddies laying on him

Look what you done to me
Look what you're doing bae
Look what you're doing to me
And I don't know what

Look how she dress yea she Fly
He'll yeahhh
I gotta coupe da color of a tiger
My bitch don't play yea she a fighter
Thumbing thru Hunnids we count blue

“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby

Life Frequencies 

Alright, smooth it out

You know, one thing

Purple Pills

D12

Dirty Azz Mix, Vol. 1

2001

Heroin, Mescaline, pencil leads, wanna try?
Blue pills, golden seals, got Bizarre, actin' ill
Drugs kill (yeah, right) bitch, I'm for real
Shut your

Purple Pills

D12

Devil's Night [Import Bonus CD]

2001

Heroin, Mescaline, pencil leads, wanna try?
Blue pills, golden seals, got Bizarre, actin' ill
Drugs kill (yeah, right) bitch, I'm for real
Shut your

the best rhythm
That's the third line starting 'like' in a row
And I want to have fun
I've discovered I am white
And I've got a English test telling me

some diamonds for you

I'm finna come get you lit in the bathroom
I said of course you can fit, we got mad room

She said I'm bad, girl, you bad too
I

Aye
I don’t got no heart got my eyes faded
Baby
I done grew up hard I done cried lately
I don’t got no heart got my eyes faded
Baby
I done grew up

the drip cause' you hot
Got you dressing for a wedding but I like you better sweating in those sweatpants
Want me to stop? No sweat no chance
Make me want

Cedar Paul nigga

Mashin', grey and blue all day
All night all heated with heaters, Mac-11's
Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate
I got a bitch that gobble

was a fine line
Better savor every moment as it flies by
Every minute, boy, better live it, boy
Maybe someday, you'll be happy for me, oh, I
Every

because my belt tan
I got my dickies on I'm chilling with my Mexicans
Sometimes it's a tricky call on what's invested in
Get her to the room she stripping

a beast in the cage call me rampage jackson
I Swing my hands like mma
Sorry baby I don't do no dancing
Straight to da action I ain't come here to play
I got

I ain't got shit for a bitch, but a dream
And I ain't got nothin' on my mind, but the green
If she a meat eater, she'll eat the whole thing
If she

fast, them boys in blue just give her a Pass
When she flies by cruisin'
She thinks she got one on me, but I just figured her out 
I know just how 

When

got 'em every day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way
Never stay
Once I hit it, then I'm dipping that-a-way
That-a-way young nigga from

Murder One

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

BTNHResurrection

2000

made it to free your mind to the rhythm
I got designed when the world drop dimes
This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind

[Chorus: x4:

and it got me a new piece
X on her chest, she be lookin' like Luffy
I pop a pill and I'm out for like two weeks
Sayin I switched up I hopped in a coupe

She said she found her MCM
When she seen my MCM
I'm so quick to make her crème
Like, fast as I find the bpm
I hit the metronome, lil' baby, I keep by

in a plate full of residue
'96 Impala is heaven blue
Being broke like you is what I'll never do
Purple juice and them Xans
Got me sleep walking
She say

My mother called my phone I could tell that she was stressed out
My brother was playing with coke and he almost checked out
A heart attack he only 25

I'm not cappin 
She's my bae I got the K osama bin laden 
Money long like a short bus I'm handicapping
My numbers won't lie do adding and subtracting

scurred
Shake that ass like Mystikal
We got physical now she calling and beeping
Call when I'm sleepin
Call my girl claimin we creepin
Bitch you nuts, look