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a seat, death's in session and walk these streets with the best of your Intentions
I get attention from these bitches trying to get me really fucked, I'm in

Said I'm done with the streets and went back on my word
You will probably touch a hundred if you dub out that bird
I just pray I make it home dozing off

careful what you say about me
Be careful what you say about me
I get dangerous when I'm up in these streets
It ain't the same for us, ooh it's really

got two twins by my side
And they came from the east
It's two times the fun since my pay grade increased
I'm stacking my funds and doing the least

Shit Is Real

Unlinked Artist

Well Connected

1999

Dope fiends loose they check, then flip like Martin 
Walkin' down the street butt naked and crack rocks sparkin' 
Startin' shit in front of my buildin'

How Bad Do You Want It

KRS-One

Kristyles

2003

(with all my)

Loyalty is the key to it all (remember)
Get used to my face, we the winners of all
By mi gente, yo I go low to say-ah
Real like them

Say Ring put a ring around a Rosie, those that don’t know me, ballin like I’m Kobe, raised by some OGs. nice fitted, goin back wit it, got some

and kickbacks in return
So I need to pay it back like sins I carry from my past
Did you know my salary as a leader is too small to fit my wife's gown?
I make

100s, 50s we be countin up 'em racks (unh unh)
She look good up in that moonlight word to X (unh unh)
Girl stop playin for you end up like my ex (unh

UP AT MURPHY’S BAR               
I’LL BE THERE AT 2
BUT BUDDY I STILL DON’T HAVE A CAR   
SO I’LL DEPEND ON YOU
JACK YOU STILL OWE ME 50      
FOR

Pow take that back with you
What you want a stupid dope flesh wound a stupid dope bullet hole a stupid dope buck fifty across the face
Now you got

the Sopranos
Me and my team 'boutta give ya the sequel
Jaren is my only equal
That boy don't even rap, but he got class
Sit back and let him teach you
Imma keep

death and get your horny ass clapped
back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
bloody heads, turn timbalands to red bottoms
50

the sea
Wifey materil she dont cook or clean
She sell perc 30's swishers and weed
All i do is ask she give me what i need
Shawty got my back cause im taking

Money I told that bitch ion 
Got time to lay up I'm motivated 
By a bag I'm tryna run it 
Up hold up count up aye man 
The streets fucked up ain't been

checks to cash
Zilla is next on your ass
Don't sleep on me homie
Riding the street by my lonely
But best believe I keep it on me
Got bitches on bitches

machines
100s and 50s that’s all in my jeans - so much white - come wit the skis
Up all night yea running from sleep - Auntie spot man ducking police
Pop me

trying to prove a point I just keep moving decimals 
Pull up in my Benz Truck G-Wagon rimed up
Ostrich seats wood grain custom paint pipe guts 
50 pointer

yeah starin' out from my cot
back where I started
where it began
where it stops
meet everybody by the age of ten
you search for those cats again
all

the bring the pack in gotta watch your buddy in the streets when you getting back ends didn't have my farther growing up I'll never ever trust again 


I told

on his Own 
I stand by the king I know that if can not handle it God is gon cover it 

3 kings my nigga most peoplelook at us as Rappers but I say

me
But I'm feelin so free got no tags on me
And I'm lighting up the game with these lyrics yeah they be
Seasame Street what's the word on the beat

to customs feeling like it’s nothing. I can grow accustomed to these customs. First I gotta get back to the hustling. Plan it, push it, prove it’s what I’m

this to last 
I'm aiming for the rafters and the skybox 
But play by street rules like a black top 
This more like a consummation 
I made this thang