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Get Em Up

Chalie Boy

Still Standin'

2003

I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die
So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by
I'ma ride, till the wheels fall off

a "date", the going out we had, after some weeks we met
After the video calls, the calls, and I like you's we said

Isn't it clear by now, I always put on my

Soon a grave is what will suit your moonshot
Under my feet I gotta, love for my leaves
You see now faded is an understatement
Famous ain't the key,
And J

to Lazarus. Hip-Hop catalyst was ready to die so this is life after death I feel the pressure with all eye’s on me. I’m as deadly as the great Makaveli while

keep it tight for y'all

(Vinni)
yo i know i'm hopeless i was high when i wrote this
so focus, i don't wanna die with the dopeness
i lie staring

a drive by
Bye bye bye somebody gonna die
This goes out to all of my n****s
All of my dogs who make major figures
Hold up your one or see me squeeze my

that mothafucka, yeah I'm talkin' Tonka truck
Side steps automatic, tell these haters gone and step on up
Imma rep the Tuc, till the day I die, till

thoughts
What if I drown
I cannot smile at you when you dey frown
What if I die, shey you go follow
So why you gossip me why you dey fofo
My mind dey speak I

hard by that paper
Still looking for love even though I'm a heart breaker
I hustle hard, I'm in for the long run
Working day and night till I get the job

the way 

Maybe my generosity is how I die that’ll be the day

Doin double takes seeing different moves 

Get rid of these pawns movin up checkmate

Mexican Radio

South Park Mexican

Never Change [Explicit]

2009

never lie on ravs
Smoke killer herb till my lungs collapse
Lost two grand last night shooting craps
then I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps
Just got

never lie on ravs
Smoke killer herb till my lungs collapse
Lost two grand last night shooting craps
The I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps
Just got

the funds to master be
Mystery mystery God let me be Cudiem
Let me be this high
Hide and fight my emotions till I die
But I make everything so easy
Easy
Go

I'll die by my lonely
Fuck is you saying 
Nigga quit playing 
I get the job done 
I put bricks on yo head
Shoot you where you stand 
You niggas is scared

you live thru the shots
Might die from a clot
Niggas be mad the shade is a plot
But they still watchin me
Faster than bots
Fly till I die
Ain't gotta go

my hustle but ya boy like Jay
I'm cashin clay Mia to the Bay ha
Mia to the Bay ha

Stay low go fast kill first die last 
One shot one kill no luck all

[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]

Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?


(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I

to seed ride or die
I'mma ride till there's nothin'
Left to grieve my momma said to me, "Son
You could be anything"
Best believe I'll never be
Anything less

real in the mirror and moving different lately 



 

Flexing on them lame mfs till the day i die

Situations open my eyes and clear my mind 

How I

transfer funds so I can send ya
Like the way you transfer weight with your pierna; Make me wanna celebrate ya till I die
Fuck them bitches tryna kill are

to failure or keep making more beats
Never give up gotta keep dreaming
I'm gonna make the rap world mine or die trying

This one here's for the west coast
It's

call themselves men of God
How the fvck are they moved by things made of man
This people are clowns in a suit and tie
I choose to serve my lord God till

Running
A poem
By steveflacco
Feel like I'm running away
Feel like I'm running a slave
Feel like I'm running from a dream
Feel like I'm running from

the day that i die
I'm a bad mutha fucka
And that ain't no lie
When you come from where i did
Man you gotta hustle hard
Guess i made it out alive
Swangin