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word that comes From the mouth of the lord
C Blaze baby
Where dem Dey
There is more to this life
Than living by bread
Driven by world
But I'm using my

Krazy

Makaveli

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean]

1996

a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

Body Count

DJ Drama

Dream Chasers

2011

it up by ounce
The feds watchin' this bitch
Oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out
I'm gone

What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digits

I'm Ridin'

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son [Bonus CD]

2006

crazy
Believe that, daddy

Check me, and I'm ridin' with a body on the shotty
Stretch a nigga out like pilates
Catch a nigga outside his hidey

I keep 26 in the body
I top off with one in the head
I'm finna keep shooting till he dead
I look like I'm satan in red
I got me a bitch with a body

last
Ain't it pathetic? Not sympathetic
Sent you a message, like when can I get it?
Order your page, by colour aesthetic
Your sister is bad, so it must

dont give a fuck if she stay
Way before I hit her body I was fuckin' her brain
Nigga thought he had a lick? Bedtime
Brodie get the work then its airtime

friends

They say I'm Tripping off that molly 
Got my soul up out my body 
Yeah Ik I'm kinda crazy cause I am 

And if a nigga step up on my partnas
You

crazy, that was not planned
Hey, you see me blowin' up your phone, baby, stop playin

You gon' make me catch a body, I am not playin
Ain't no that pussy

skii the great Gatsby
I told her dont you at me
She said 42 shot me
Now she in the mood probably
I heard you got you a few bodies
But they hit the old

I wanted a body so I went and I fucked
Callin' for bread and I aint need four luck
I was tryna make peace typa' shit
But you went acting cryin' like

em where it hurts (x3)
The pocket (x4)
Hit em where it hurts (x3)
The pocket (x4)
[Stack your bread, stack your bread, you heard what I said]
Hit em

Stopping for nothing the London Bridge
Ashley and Gen, them my two friends
Who been rocking with Cuddo ever since the begin
I show dominance not just a phase

advantage now
Cause I got leverage
If you never see me by myself
I’m with the gang bitch
Put that bread together love them greens
To make a sandwich
Goat talk

and you niggas passive
I can't go out by releasing no ass shit
Bury his body, give a fuck bout the ashes
Relapse off ecstasy too many times
I pick the drugs

I body your man 
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam 
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find

Ayy, yeah, in her feels
Bitch, my bread hurt, I just bought a crib in the Hills
Lil' shawty sucked me up, she in her feels
I'm a kickstand off

This ain't a drill but we slide wit the stick
Ain't never gon fade bout no bread or no bitch 
Both of em serious
I'm having that shit
If you think

will be fully engulfed by this Energy 
I don't have enemies 
I just have people who envy me 
You can't handle this pressure 
You on ya last knee 
Just

Stacking up all the bread and I got a good amount
Bitch it's Clay Raw in the street
Get a nigga knocked off tell my boys be discreet
And It's Clay raw mgm

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them

what'd I do I jetted
Took a trip to Bali sun all on the body
Running thru the lobbies thumbing through the bread
Wrist looking rocky ooh getting shiny
When

Shawty a baddie
Broke her off now she wanna get married
I ain't the type (you know my body)
I'm just here for the night

All her friends looking

bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god