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Let's Ride

Conejo

Fallen Angel

2001

Ese Bandit
Soy Conejo
You vatos ready to ride
Where's all my motherfucking killers at
That's right, that's the way it's going down
Vatos better watch

with. My new love has some fine lips. Baby girl

Likes to spend it plus she has no kids. Operating in the dark. Spitfire is a type of art. We walked
In

swinging cause he love the sound
We chop you up to pieces, then we leave you in the bloody pile!
It's easy, ain't no defense, I'm coming right through

man
I stay in place like the running man 
Same shit 
brand new day
I can see it thru these GLD frames 
And GangGang 
got the platinum teeth
Made them

boys to lay on 'em
Where I come from, niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it, they gon' want you
So you gotta keep it on you

Okay, you know I'm

don't try to distress you 
I've got nothing to gain. 

Open all the windows: 
They block out the sun. 
Sometimes my distractions 
Are just me having fun.

the stuff
To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff
It ain't right so I smash the satellite
Check the Fahrenheits before I take flight

Unique

The fright night King of New
York like Frank White
If it ain't rough it ain't right man listen

If it ain't rough enough
To mingle in the stuff
To scar

vertically
And nod your head aggressively
Swing your wrist right round in circuits
Do this stuff and it is merkage

OK people, have you heard my plans?
I wanna

glock
Motherfucking sheep masked up
Concealing your identity
Beneath a layer of fascist government conformity
You wanna wear a mask on my block its

Real Hustlers

Mo Money

Life of a Hustler

hustlers play

(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for

Fanmail

KJ-52

Yearbook

2007

know that it's really wrong
But its right there for me every time I'm logging on
I got all your CD's I really like your songs
Well I downloaded em but

chocho on a way
Palms ichy
Money on the way
Switching lanes
If you slow
Move left
Right away
Give the money
Wings
Throw it in the air
And fly away
I'm high

nothing I can even they to relate to
For real though
Being dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world
Is my music to play
So you correct if

got zombie chinged
Bare of them stressed
Won't hop in that ride
They won't come 'round to
The blocks we're in
Told me it's cap when you
Know where we're

round and round
Got that shit lookin like a fan
And i call my ting dijonay
Cause she'll never get sticky she'll never jam
See the drip by the pool 
Jumped

to raise and make it through
You cried your eyes are drained from dudes
It's time you try to make the rules
No matter what uh keep ya head up
You got to keep

knife

I'm in the thick of it, man I'm in the thick of it
I got some shit up in this whip, I'm busy getting rid of it
You only spit about this shit, I'm

I'm ready 
I don't see no competition, come and get me
Come and test me if you dare
Right about now is where you get it
You can look me in my face, no I

The Farmer and the Lord

Jim Reeves

Welcome to My World [Bear Family]

1996

tassels need suckin' I got no strength to tie it
Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty
And it's been so unbearable hot that the kids

face
And by the time he saw his son it was probably too late
I was only like 4 and he screamed "close your eyes...
Get the fuck back in your room don't

All of my niggas'll send you the box (where?)
I got the stick, opps
I told you that we gon' make it like The Lox (I told you)
I can't kick it with

with the suicide doors, doors

Okay, I'm 'bout to die from genocide like, "Oh say, can't you see?"
By the dawns it's early lights, they drown my

glitter
Be poppin' off my star like

Whooo!!
Oh yeah
Ooo la la la
Ooo la la la
I'll show you somethin' brand new
Oh yes
Ooo la la la
Ooo la la la

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