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Act from me
Bitch, you must be a crackhead
Hoe really using her teeth that's some bad head
Started fucking that bitch then left her half dead
Your

requirements[01:47.68]Modern music industry's a very harsh environment[01:50.06]No wonder so many seek premature retirement[01:52.58]But not me, I wanna drop dead in

and got good with a gun . I was Dead shot - banned from shooting competitions when cleaning up Oklahoma was the country's mission
I Became a Deputy Marshall

a trapper, not a rapper, baby
We get them bows in, we get them sold
Dead homies

Oh yeah, it's my birthday too
At least by the time this shit drop, it will be

then mind got bigger
Now I'm still thinking bout 6 train ghosts
Last year 'nother man's heart got ripped
By Glock, on Squeegee man's soul (On the west

was a real girl
Did she die when I woke
I sleep straight through to tomorrow
And look for her till I go broke
I found myself by the highway
That I ride

West to East, South to North, best, the beats
Rest is tef', the Chef defeats
Order this piece -- yo..
Niggaz who ain't real, they real when they call

Jacksonfive

Falling Up

Crashings

2004

do if I said: I still believe


Christ is God

And rose from the dead, fillin' your head
Dance with the songs I found
With this sound, put it down West

will follow our same path
Fuck that
No one can impose you a thought
Build it by yourself and stand by it when times get tough
Know it's value

Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take

introduction of how nice I am

When my mentality flips, you better run
Straight to the West, smack dead in the sun
Because I make it hot like a known drug

Matter of Faith

Peter Furler

On Fire

2011

of yearning for that day
And even in the dead of night we walk by faith
Lord, we stand upon the promise that You made

The sun will rise and light a brand

Baking soda, what the fuck for?
The rice with the duck sauce
Gunshots'll drop his lunch off (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He ain't dead yet? We blew

Centuries ago we were the saviors,
The heroes of the weak and the poor.
Protecting them against the invaders,
Made evil man drop dead on the floor.

Walking in My Sleep

Alabama 3

La Peste

2000

A drop if mah seed to the east, to the west, to the north and the south and then I bring 'em up slow and they start shouting out loud and I make love till

Live or Die

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance

everyknow we knock'em dead
we never knew who was the knocklehead
what my belt,buccle said would get me som respect
suposed to beeing perfect
my life was

pissed
Prolly shit they pants by the third drop
The more bread the more birds flock but I gotta stay super focus
If you look closely then you would notice

fuck her bitch call me big poppa
Tried to fuck my right hand I than met a dick hopper
I be on the west coast smoking throwbacks
This white bitch keep

walk in the park 
Might yutes a fool, My gyals a tart 
In the west and I just link bro by the zart
Look pon the stance, You know everything sharp

yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it will be hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna

It's your girl, Chanel West Coast

If you drunk and acting foolish
Then this be the music that shit
To make you lose it
Get thrown out like you

Lyrically I murder you quicker
Than Lamborghini drive-bys
Who knew one man could handle
More beef than Five Guys
Sharper than steak knives
That I

freeze
Drop to your knees and beg 'em please Lord
Forgive me for gripping a semi now
When searching for God all I
Ever do is stare up
While Satan sending