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affection 
But I'll show you how to make this bred 
How to get ahead 
Got a hunit on my head 
Think they really want me dead 
Never cared about what they said

Work Work

clipping

CLPPNG

2014

that work work

(Cocc Pistol)I get it
I whip it, I flip it, I pocket the profit
Don't know when to stop it
They callin' me Griselda the harlot
My ? is

Thinking maybe we can take off
Slow dance moves
I can put your favorite tape on
You don't need to talk
But if you want then you can say some
We can never

you
Never trap where you lay
I got demons, you tryna just spray
You my enemy, you gotta pray
Drop a lot of that shit, no delay
Put a 2 on his head, a 2

keep smiling
Told your boy to meet up in the alley
We caught em walking by himself he was lackin
Talking on the internet well this what happens
He tried

niggas could see
Who was really the syndrome
There ain’t no sound when you hitting rock bottom
You all in there by your lonesome
Man my trust is so faded
I

can't get along when we combine
'Cause look nigga, I don't talk, I speak, I shine
But every time I call they'll put me on speaker 
Just to show

Here this nigga go with
This police shit again
All headshots, why you RIP my friend?
(Thank You Fizzle) never talk to strangers
I was taught that

so much on my brain
And im already tryin to contain so much 
Alot of these people just dont give a fuck
Ima keep going cause yall by myside
And i dont

Red roses by the wine glass
Gold watch to see the time pass
Had freaky Fridays with your fine ass
But you a liar
I should've known better
No vendetta

he stealin' my flow
That look real familiar, think he stealin' my clothes
Seen your new outfit, you need to throw it away
Please don't tell me you

get
A head start
Don't ever let
People put you
Down and tell you
What you can't do
Don't ever let
People put you
Down and tell
You life is over
Cause

my section you know how we stepping like we in vegas i hit em with 7, put 8 to his chest with that 9 smith wesson at 10 we gone slide he be dead by 11.

Then i bumped heads wit cane bruh
Its made me feel like I was able
Around the corner was the crack
I dont even wanna talk about that
All my people know

Got a lot of curves
Than math quadratic
It must get on your nerves
You the center of attention
You tempting
Running through my mind
You got my head

Got a lot of curves
Than math quadratic
It must get on your nerves
You the center of attention
You tempting
Running through my mind
You got my head

a Tropicana and a sack to burn
Cause they've been waiting on my
Album like a tax return
I just got a new set
Put a knife to your skin got you screaming
Thinking

head through the mattress

Dont play with that boy like a box full of matches

No days off cause the fall off the saddest

You entertained cuz they feed

arousing, come through your house, I'm a get my props
I got that door stop style, put some milage on the mic, and if you didn't know, I got that flow you

cuz ain't mailing onions
I come from the bottom touch my brotha put your melon on it
I ain't Muslim I just want the cheese keep the pepperoni
Allah

Shot Up

Sticky Fingaz

Decade "...But Wait It Gets Worse"

2003

two went through your chest
Your boy tellin you "don't talk son, save your breath"
The more you walk to the light the more it's hurtin less
You gettin

back to no bitch that I done had
Yeah, you talk a lot of shit, but what's your paper like
Yeah, dope boy meal, syrup' hibachi rice
Yeah, try to snatch my

those bars up...
That's versatility
Those who those who really like you
Will proceed to come by you
And Those who like you
Not your music
They gone slide

even matter you own a vest
I'm precise with the shit I put holes in heads
But Ian gotta do it my bag is a movement
Got out of town shooter on go instead