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its too late
It be what it be it is what it is business is business (Yuh)
Slow down on the drugs before the sig make lethal decisions (P-pew)
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sanders

I be staying lit like a lantern

got a nigga chillin' on saturn

tampa boy but I still act like I'm from D.C.

disregarding fake BS and PC

this is

genie cause
This pussy got em wishing

Hahaha

Shawty wild and you know he like my style
Take Tha head off these bitches n ima stack em ima pile
(1 By 1)

Boy yo momma did a hell of a job raising you
You can't change me pop Im 34 years old
If you wanted to change me
You should of been there when I was

nigga, so
You better get you a clue 'cause you already know
Aim for the dough, H.N.I.C.
R.I.P. any nigga wanna try me
Bodied by a beast, yeah, it's

j'disais que jamais je r'commencerais
J'me d'mande si j'm'en tirais si je r'commençais
Ok, là j'divague, j'suis drunk by myself
What goes around comes around

woods by the motherfuckin' face
You ain't talkin' bout no money, stay the fuck up out my way

We some wild-ass boys, give a fuck about the Jakes
How you

I lost my dog and that shit hurt
But that ain't what hurt the most
Cause my name in paperwork
And murder is what he wrote
That boy said he watch me

snappin' on the beat, and I'm just sayin' how I'm livin
Don Dada Wild Child, lil' bitch, I'm the only one
I told this bitch, she the only one, now she tryna

worse, Buckshot and Ace
In the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face

We be doin' it up Crooklyn style
What does it take to get you wild?
My

get it tossed
Young boys hug corners all night get it off
Get it on niggas on your strip
Has to give a lotta
(9 millimeter go bang) then you get it lost

I'm Mason, nails and things all white, Caucasian (Caucasian)
Low-key ting or a bae ting
Bakin' by the poolside with a Haitian (with a Haitian)
Tell

great, can't sleep without it Thug life
The ghetto The streets
cs Master P'
Yeah boy
I'm bout it
Bout it
cs 2pac gotta thug it
Thug life
I
Don't feel

from perfect the furthest thing
But I started from the bottom been caking it by the pound
Ain't my bitch but can't deny the fact you proud
Lately I've

Given the need we have
To think of preserving
All the beauty that has been given to us
I am drawn to this poem
"Woodman, Spare That Tree"
By George P

that gyal on the line?
What's that shine on your wrist?
Manaman ain't got time
Get a brick at six
Fuck around, have it gone by nine
That batty move