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loyalty?
Where is your mouth?
cnd why isn't it on my pussy

Shoot your cum like a gun in me
You can fuck my titties but it comes with a fee
Nigga... Bow down

I pull up 50 blunts deep as I'm hitting the stu
I got my rocket by my side I ain't playing with you
Can't give a fuck about your bitch can't give

and the same

Racing up the stairs chased by all your face
Searching for the face that will seal your fate
But the time has come so let's have some fun
The guns

where I came from
I was sleep on the floor, tryna be with big bro, he was hanging with niggas who bang guns
You can let time pass by or go get it
I been

Hang a nigga by the chin
He see the flashlight like pictures
Nigga it came with the stick
Have bro hit the switch like now you see the lights flicker
I

the octagon Im Doctor Octopus
With eight arm's I'm Handyman using handicap
Guns Hand Solo who empire couldn't strike back
Later Van Vader now Darth Vader Castle

hopscotch
Running to the store for juices and lollipops
While the old heads was hustling made the block hot (hot)
Watching bodies drop (drop)
Nigga I am not

the mouth of my mind 
going 80 
overtaken by tides 
of suicide drivers 
bombing down 95 
taking cover on California Road 
'neath Bronxville's golden boughs

If he
Keep on playin'
Imma take his life
Yea bitch it's gone be a murder
cin't no switchin' side
Ion really need no help
I do this by myself
Imma walk

fists that I'm clutching
Shit stay by my side when they mouth get to running
I speak on the facts, they speak when they bluffing
Quick to the scene, I

guys never win
But really though
Probably only in  Disney films

Pulling a 360s
Doing the breaking bads
Gun tooting at drive bys
To all perceived threats

mix wit these niggas they flip flop
Your cake not going up cause the stove off
Four plates I had one cooking oats dawg
(Thats code for)
Concrete jungle

just a writer 
a slow-man's orator 

but it's too late 
my feet fight their way to you 
I scream in my skull 
as you wait for my dull looking 
mouth

down our mouths
Did we forget what punk rock was all about

This is the sound of a new generation
So raise a fist up in the air
If you're coming along
If

I can't wait until I'm finally up
And figured it out
I'll bet that when the season is up, my name in your mouth
The boy that got the seed in his cup

call it a night
Retire to the master room
Think about some shit to write
But lately I ain’t been right
Been foaming at the mouth
Lookin down her blouse

Yeah
Let's take em back
This time it's personal
Uh

I still miss you by my side when we was waking up
I know it's hurting you inside when you was

If you had a loaded gun
Would a body be all that is left of you
If you had a chance to disappear
Would you ever be seen again
You think it's cold

Hello hello Mr.Merica
Why assassinate my character
I'll embarrass ya
Cause I'm ten steps ahead of ya
Ridiculed by many still intimidate the most

you do
Niggas be riding round with them glocks
You keep running your mouth and I promise one day that you gonna get shot
(Shut the fuck up)
They always

calcutta
Hit em like bombay
We were raised by the gun way
So die with what your mouth say
Mamma told you don't
Come in the house late
Mamma, I had to kill

think Obama (Your trippin)

Landed on a planet slaying pussy yeah I planned it
Met a blue girl on day one ran into her a run
Fire me up a gun, this game

my other nigga bitch slapped you for running your mouth
Free my nigga Caleb on some real shit, you know what i'm saying

day can kill
They were schoolboys, never held a gun
Fighting for a new world that would rise up like the sun
Where's that new world now the fighting's