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a nine by my side
You pull up to the crib and that’s your life
So do what you will
Don’t you tell me to chill
I’ma stay in my corner jump back in making

steal how i drip hit em with a leg shot make em walk with a limp seen a couple red dots i cant keep it concealed aim for a head shot get u fuck niggas

the button and tear my heart apart, let's do the show 
Jesus of figure skating now is hanging on the cross
What did you come for?

We are not even near

They like calm down boy it's just music
Money like grand cross I keep every unit
Working for this life but they
Say I ain't suited
Think about your

u listening to audio Rembrandt/  
Bars got tha heart of ten pimp hands/
When I cross ya face/ u lost ya taste
Yaw stencils lost wit out a trace
I’m

There's fifteen bucks on the door
Buy yourself a drink and make it last
Try hard to meet nobody's eye
Make your way cross the floor
And all

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

they self
All the elder cross' the streets, they tell em' be careful
Everybody really lost, don't know what they here for
Sacrifices I be taking them

burning fucking hot
When I resort to violence, I might start by killing a cop
Cause if police had the chance, I know they'd love to see me shot
But yeah,

getting tough for my body to keep up with my mind
Sooner or later I'll be under the radar
Rookie of the year but bitch I'll be the one who gon' make it

I can't believe Mohammed squealed
Slim to nil chances that we would prevail
Head or tails
I know you really wish me well
Young and skinny throwing 5

lying in the road
Well I was waiting for the green man
He decided not to show
Thought I'd take a chance and cross without him
Will I make it over

the sheets
I dot my I's and Cross my T
I'm a Vine baby, we shook hands with the V
The vine
Took my chances, I ain't dancing with the devil
Kick me out

my time
For a chance in your light
But what goes on inside
You've got me losing my mind
Do you wanna hold me
Do you even notice me
Do you wanna kiss me

runs dry
I guess I'm fine with settling
For a friend to stand by

ARMS
I FEEL LIKE A ROCKET SHIP, HEADED FOR THE STARS, YEAH
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By Gordon Anderson and john covert

stunning with the bars
If you cross my lane my nigga know that it is road rage
I pull the strings of the game like this shit a guitar
Never leaving it

town tonight on a whim 
Promise to take our chances on this trip. 
We'll drive along the coastline. 
Cross the bridge by sunrise.
Off to see the world

fuckin up
You took my mama from me
That shit fucked me up
Now my wife gon
Yeah just my luck
I never cross game
Don't do double dutch
Been self made
Always

man
Give me 3 weeks
No cap like chance
Why I'm like this?
They don't understand
We don't need no titles baby
People run right by those daily
Going off

the last chance, that I had
The number that I use to dial
is ending up in space
I ́m crying out for how I feel
You ́re gone...
Without a trace...
I ́m all

coming after your cheddar
Always protect what you project cuz life is full of envy and envy is driven by self interest
So don't cross me if you think I

get, the many chances
I do not get the airline

Hairline reversing, thinking bout a way to cross seas
Air-tighten our money, you thought we're never gon'

petty yet
Didn't think that you was ready yet
I'm not a script and You ain't offset
When ya cross me, ya loss me
I'm not the type to give out chances
Not