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have to split it
I'm surrounded by rich niggas, see me and go figure
I'm a cold nigga, I can't rock my ice up in the picture
We hit the road with

recall the ways your smile made feel like a boy
But thats only if i dont wake up at all

Holy Smokes
I cant see at all
You act so okie doke
But youre just

the paper

If there's no meaning in it, said the King, that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we Needn't try to find any
And yet, I don't know, he went

troubled, I can see it in your eyes
Know you wanna leave and live a better life
Let's just pack our bags and then fly
We can leave everything else behind

the net for a couple a bags
Weight it up, ship it out by the pack
Add it up, then repeat like a lap
I get faded, then jump in the lab
I get loose, then I

You're only 34
And when you walked in the door, with a smile on your face, and the dog came
And sat on your feet like you were the alpha male
Pleased

your feet
Escape and leave your trouble behind

(I'm just going)
Crazy
You're never out of my mind
And it's okay babe
Still got the fire in my eye
But

that you average
Bitches come in different ways that ass I wanna grab it
Don't hold that shit in, tell me what it is
I been thinking bout your smile I'm

ya back off the cognac
Oooh
Keep your loving in fore front
Keep yo hand up on the head board
Keep mental in a good place
Yo body is in good hands
Far

To the better days
When we were cuddled up
Drinking rum
Got so f**ked up
I was feeling kinda numb
I wanna hit replay
That s**t was kinda fun
I gotta pack my bags

kit and caboodle
I'm the cream of the crop the whole whip on the bushel
The whole biz broke in like old mitt's with a cue ball
Its just troll after

All these children look to all these gangsters,
All the boys caught up in the system,
For the Gucci and the Prada,
And be eaten by the shore,
By all

Am What I Am

Paul Wall

Chick Magnet

2004

by God 
No dad, the only role model I had 
Was a ounce of that white powder, in a Ziplock bag 
I don't brag about the struggles, I endured

of cash
A flute and my stash
Is all I need
When doing the math
A deer or a stag
Are in my bag
As soon as I glance
They don't stand a chance
When I'm onstage

People want my back

Yo, what's up with that?

See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped

Tell me do you like what you see

Is it tight

up like Play-Doh
Here's a shovel, rest in peace, let all your music lay low
Prolific sent my career here, engraved on your gravestone

Sold a couple

I lost it all
The money the power the fam
I got it all back
Now I'm the man in demand
But I give it all back
Flippin them packs
With hunnits stuffed

strap, strap
Put it in my backpack, pack
I get the racks, don't care about the rest
I come in the game with them certified body bags
Mad at you all

back
And hit me with the 1-2 KO when you walk away
Make me ready to rumble that
Stone-cold killer up on your resume
Leave these bitches in a body bag
You

Bane

D12

Shady XV [LP]

2014

Optimus
My bad cause it seems like you got your facts all crossed up, no Swastikas
Fadin' in and out of my consciousness
Tryna fight this feeling I'm

like the sauna

Ciggy coming at you
Like some old school Freddie Dredd
Lead in the head, led to your bitch in my bed
Open up the blinds and the sky is

See the pain in my eyes
See the truth in my lies
I was dangerous for niggas who was caught up in my ties
And my niggas getting money in the streets

Theresa
And Bob Marley lives instead of the preacher
You look in you heart, you can see the secret that
We needed love to live, so we're on life support

but never hovie or kobe
Two tears in a bucket like fuck it
Want trouble with a real one
Im my pops at the rucker
Tuck it up hustle but, layup and I lay