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straight up see y'all bleed
The way I'm Tryna straight up see y'all bleed

Turn into chucky come and let's play hoe you want to tease on me Imma show you

Swang on Em

MJG

II Trill

2008

hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I

To be raw
To be ruined
To be wrecked 
Like the women whose aching backs and blistered skin make me coffee and burnt bread

In Red Cloud 
In Red Cloud

I

the DVD, smoking illegal weed
Getting high as two kites when we needed to breathe
We used each other's air just for the people to see
And stayed up all night

three of me
FN gun (bee, bee, beep)
Reload, keep shooting (bee, bee, beep)
Thought about a mil since the Blockbuster DVD's
Gotta watch em' close cause

demons that comfort me
Still they squeeze when I try to breathe, like

Too Much

Lil' Boosie

Streetz Iz Mine

2007

Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me
Look at him his eyes

yes indeed
This is just a breeze
All I got to do is breathe
Words flow out like a stream
Red like a beam, red like my team
Red like that carpet in

Rollin' on 20's

Lil' Flip

2 Fast 2 Furious

2003

and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin' wit me
It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin' somethin' sticky
You see them 20's, believe they worth three

haunted by the misery
And I'm haunted by the things I see
I can't let go, can I let go?
I'm fighting, but it's breaking me
Holding on, and I can't breathe

it's all red blood

I'm looney
It bugs me
Listen doc
All this sleeping on me is straight pissing off
Every ounce of blood so I'm out for blood
Saline's

I'm the king of the land, and I ride my steed
Mess with me, and you're gonna bleed
Beloved by ladies; the respect of men
My foes dare not cross my

things to say

I lie sometimes the title is not
What it supposed to be
Walk into the APL
Its an SM-70
Dont handcuff me its not pleasure
What i really am is

The Smog

Insane Clown Posse

The Terror Wheel

1994

Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
'Cause it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes

Feel it breathe on every part of me
Turn tears into the sea
Quicksand beneath my feet
Cannot move, can't seem to outrun you
Just wanna shut it out

Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)

Ten

Jewel

Sweet and Wild

2010

I look into your eyes,
Six, take a deep breathe,
Seven, take a step back,
Eight, nine, I don't know why, we even started this fight,
By the time I

We are the words that our ancestors give us
The breath that they breathe into life into us
The dreams that they dream in the days and the nights

Feel how these roots hold you steady, pulling you into a cocoon of gravity. Sink deeper in with each exhale. Rest here, supported by the pulsating rhythm

Breathe
Remind me how to
Breathe
I still can't bloody
Breathe

He's  feeling pressed from his job and a lack of rest
The massive frets are piling with

Red Chip Funk

Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin

Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton

Produced by Rabid City Records

(C)

painted red

Fact rap I'll lead em all by myself
Been there done that
Put the heater on the shelf
Now if I take it off
Ain't good for anybody's health

DVD's (ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don't get smacked tryna fuck with us

Fuck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
(Gangsta

costumes

I can now bring me to who, you know
People see as Nicki Minaj i can
Now really bring me into
It and I think that's
Where the confusion lies, is