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I'm a real dangerous threat 
They asking for my set
What colour do I rep 
As I crip walk every step
How about the colour of my skin
Excuse me

and paste.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah I hear you doe,
I should be working on music not the dope,
Bagging up brown rocks and alcohol,
Thats just where my life took me

Spanish Song

Tonedeff

Para Mi Gente: Estamos Unidos [2000]

2000

some rappers are never happy
Yelling and shit with no email address talking 'bout get at me
Dog, I'm serious, with hand-helds I'm shouting out, like

Daylight, follow my shadows on the way
Walking down, a yellow tram along the way
Droppin' by a brown tiled café

Taking out some coffee with

And never aging youth

Make the bitch right don't talk back
Still on my old trade I stalk that
Pull a quarter ounce out my book sack
Smoking on the doodie

money then miss me with it
Stepping out
Cocaine Balenciagas crispy with it
I'm from the dirty South and
It's gritty in it
I ain't sleeping in a house
With

The Ends

Rejjie Snow

Dear Annie, Pt. 2

2018

Kick the desk between the vinyl so you play it (so you play it)
And I ain't pulling out 'cause pussy made me famous (it really did)
And I'm

longer
Its just a fucking game i wont play i dont bother
Just gotta clear the haze out my way till i'm over it 
Cost em too much to be around me 
(Yo where

baby bottle bitch Im sippin
Got blue in my fuckin wrist its like Im crippin
Eye be stripper tippin thats how eye show love to woman
Me and devan bought

"Don't you hate this kind of silence?"
Took me by surprise
I didn't know what to say
"Isn't something I thought before"
Couldn't take my gaze off

the bill for the light and the Bobbie
Slugs in the cat house, slam-em out properly
Don't care how you feel if you're on me
If there's no more waps, then

a neechie go stupid and dumb cuz that's how we do where I'm from
No, no, I don't live by the gun but yet I still love to shotgun
Like Metro don't trust you,

on Stephen time,
redefine your idea of ya peace of mind,

They intimated by ya resting face,

And you love it it make em stay in they place,

I see that shit

loose, if it ever do 
Yuh yuh
It makes doing wild shit, that you don't ever do, nothing to you
Yuh yuh
Open ya eyes again, find out what happened, now it's

Where we going bruh
Oh you not gone tell me, aight
Hold on bruh
I ain't got no seat belt on yet
Aye bruh
Slow down, bruh
Slow down, bruh
Bruh, chill

crap than The Browns franchise
And if you ask why does it matter, 'Cause the fact of the matter is bastards Are stacking fucking racks
Talking 'bout ass

I don't got it yet
But I could promise you my world and once I gotta check
You gotta check, anything you want, you got it bet
Lil mama sex'll make me

I get lonely sometimes
But I'm more than happy with my life
Still there's one lil thing
That makes it all worthwhile

This beauty queen
Who don't

If I had a fiend like Bobby Brown, I would've been up
Dog so strong and make a cripple nigga get up
Hand out testes and watch the whole hood hiccup

Don't care about no money
No care in the world
When I'm riding with my honey

Candy red six four
Slammed to the floor
Fully chromed out
Keep truchas with

a lil liq
I'm tryna find me a dime
Baby girl you fine well let's ride
By the end of the night
I'm tryna make you all mine
Swear to God
I ain't gon' waste

viral
Crazy man's coming after me

Forgive and forget but keep stockpiling guns
Giving the rats the benefit of the doubt
Work makes you free - it's all

to stay

Yeah, I sit in this dark room just drinking alone
Nothing but some shine and Zac Brown on the radio
I've gotta find a way out of this empty

Someone found a letter you wrote me
On the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a
Hole in your old brown