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don't touch that pole
Legs in the air I'ma snatch her soul tongue on rose, ring rose gold
Horse and carriage you're the one I want

I'ma grip you by ya

wit my stick 
All guns fuck a fist
We ain't ducking no Action
Hell Na we ain't forget 
Murder murder kill kill 
Do a drill lips sealed
Mask up by your

it’s was poured Goldie locks bitch don’t you dig  in my  porage  


live by my gun still die my Sword channel on feet cost a Duce four 

I got it for me

n***as shift just like gears on a bike (bike bike)
It's harder to find only one bitch I like (like yeah)
I would never fuck a broad outta spite (spite)

so get up off my d-ck bitch
Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit
Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, noodle shit
You a little noodle drip, watch

Thou Shall Not Fall

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

Fab
Wanna mention him
He fell the fuck off, I won't mention him
I only respect one fab
N I'm friends wit him
Phonte back'd out
Niccas pump'd cents

Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might and made a ping off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his

got a gun and you ain’t Shot shit
Got it off the muscle
Got it off the muscle
Whole lotta racks inna duffle
Dior bag got it straight off the Muscle
F&n

like these n****s
I ain't Shang Tsung
Use Shinnok arms,
Rip his body up and snatch his lungs
Like Cassie, I'ma shoot this bitch and step back
Call these

shit all by myself, you better pay me back fuck nigga!
Before I pull up on you nigga, don't make me fuck your baby mama nigga!
Burn! I'm a lunatic
Sorry,

the car
If you want yo shit back I need 10 by tmrw

Sliding in them rays flipping stolen cars this shit all of the bop n some of it off the fraud

Cj hit

talk, look at these n****s I leave em all dead in the ground and they outlined by the chalk
Out dogs no bark, lil lion no heart I don't even see em spark 

the Lord send 'em
Dom sippers
I ain't going back and forth with 'em
I'm different
If it's murder, we could trade it off
TECs, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I

back)
Pistol whipped him took his gun (Get back)
You got embarrassed in front of yo son (Sit back)
I can make any n**** bitch go (Get that)
Exotic dancer

a bitch, Pac took his life on a cross
And Biggie got shot that was twice of a loss
Malcolm X got shot martin Luther done off
We're mesmerized by Obama yeah

Dreams of guns barkin'
Still you find me in the slums often
(I'm in the hood wit' it)
In the trenches at the cocaine spot
(Coke spot)
This bring me back

This is not a walk-through in your crib bitch this a run down
Go call up Cam cuz bro was trippin' off that opp pack
Woke up feelin' dizzy, grab my blick

like girbauds 
These niggas change up just like clothes this n**** pussy where yo rose
N**** I’m who you wanna be you can come wit yo best plot but that

(Atractivo) yeah, say, uh
Uh, come on, lil' bitch, look
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Ayy, ayy,  say

All gold Drac', blow off his whole face
Nigga

time like Ed, Edd n Eddy
Puffing that pack and shoot at his back
AC been a killa his coupe all black
All of my guns they go click click clack
Talking

Fucking his bitch with my gun on my hip 
She throwing it back and I'm screaming come here 
I'm counting a rake im making it stack 
I remember the times I

you ever try to talk down on my name
Take ya head off like
With the blade
Bitch I feel like Scar
Way that I eat like a cannibal, feedin myself
If you

force
Pulls me girl
Spinning round in circles
With you in a whirlwind
You my twin flame
Way more than a girlfriend
Guns n' Roses, guns n' roses
Accurate

all the chrome
(Serve all the chrome)
Back to the basics (Back to the basics)
Baguette my time, so, bitch, no
You can't waste it
Big Moochie Grape and I