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down watch how he start twitching
When he get layed on earth
Niggas aint playing that game and if they do i bet we play it worse
Me and LA was in that

fruit loops, fruit by the foot, Hot pockets every day, cause lil' homie can't cook
I never got to see Nirvana, I was Kurt Cobaked on marijuana
So many

On the five to the bay I got money waiting on me
Lil Irish hoe picked her up in west Oakland
Before we hit the road make sure you hand me all my

slay or be slain, we're fuckin' insane
The Wu-Tang is in my essence
Since I was an adolescent
I've gone through many lessons
Guess you could call me

acting tough, but nigga need some love
Damn, break me a piece of that
Yeah, I'm just trying to strain you back
Lil shorty just relax, I got your back
It

'm the herald that grew up on Harold's
I'm a Pharaoh just peep my apparel
Me and my perros survived through the peril
My brothers gone step just like they was

and Cuzzo Henry
Shit got me stressin'
By the time they get out, the world might look like
I'm so 100, somebody remind me my name is not Benjamin [x3]
I'm so

you thinking you slick
Nah better yet I’m gree-z
I keep it gree-z
Just like that stove
Head chef cook it up
Served à la mode
You cannot touch me
When

good weed
Sitting pretty yet I can't help but to think
Somethings kinda off deep inside of me
I had a lot of things going for me
Lil charm Plus some

nobody finna tell, cause I stole this nigga flow

But I do it better than ever, in Miami with the heat
Racin' down Bird Road, hit a lick by La Carreta
Now

on that tip 
And I'm the real bitch 
Facts
That shine 
Hit a lil different 
When yo money is right 

I talk shit
 Cause I fight 
U could say that twice

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

Im a head of things that you hope for
Get it by any means, im sapose to
Big man on the screen, like al rocker
So dont ask for me shit, ill say no sir

You a Lil bitch, you ain't find nun like me
Jae did it

And the glizzy got a beam on it (Oh)
She said she got some friends
Put the team on it (yeah)

High as fuck, I just popped me a perc
And I got my own back, like this V on my shirt
Like a stripper, she makin' it twerk
I be smokin' yo' buddy, I

a risk, Ima roll like some dice
I don't need no Ice, Ima melt you down

And I don't really care what they tell me now
Feeling like a king, I don't need no

slay or be slain, we're fuckin' insane
The Wu-Tang is in my essence
Since I was an adolescent
I've gone through many lessons
Guess you could call me

never cool (Damn)
Boy, we used to show a lil L'A
Choppa spin like she do melon
Takin' what they all bring
He a Lily, he a teen
I've seen enough to crush

Whatever stays up, they say it's coming back down
But I've been up, and I ain't coming back down
I ain't following another man's route
Lil sis hit me up she

my heart or don't
I'll make it art, then ghost
Should be a con, or show me pro
Try to be what I want, I don't need though
Come and show me lil' spirit

celebrate 
Might go and buy me a bong, AYYE

She wanna argue I don’t got the time 
Know the difference from right and then wrong 

This is my swag &  these

La dab da da
Q
Guess I gotta die sometime
The memories will fade away
What you'll find inside my mind
A legacy that's sure to stay
I know that one

to move on and take charge of my life
Ain't no wrong turns yeah I'm only takin rights
Im gonna do like Yacht yeah she only got one night
Yeah living la vida