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and he got murdered quick
Bitch, you ain't a grown man, you rock a 36
I make my own bands, they ain't throw me shit
I'll come and kill your mans
Better

a decision

Looked at my brother he down but I told him don't worry we coming up
Straight out the mud to the studio I'ma go cook me another one
Keep it

Like motherfuckers tweak on me or
Tryna tweak with me
And then folks be turnin' 'em
To 'Woods and shit
Folks can get in they ass
(100K, remain solid)

The Sorceress

Fates Warning

Awaken the Guardian

1986

lips urned the infamous kiss
She took me by the hand
In a wink of your eye she ascends to the sky
She unveiled my talisman I'm the
Witch finder

Ah, put that away darling, goodness gracious
you going to embarress me in front of this lot
It's certainly fine darling. Is my bow tie on properly?

these chickens while they hot
Just like a frying pan
Ain't get no advance
 turned that to a hundred bands
Walk in my show like, "Look who payin'"
Then got

when
we chill consumed by hooters that truly make me bounce
on her filth (ha, ha, ha).
Fireplace fondling fingers in your fun house growlin
out mother

Tight Whips

504 Boyz

Ballers [Clean] [Bonus DVD]

with the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we

not thou who thou art!
An old man who's been born in a cradle of wood
of a tree that at least a hundred years stood,
cut by a boy who at heart was still

Ain't shit slowed up
Still fucking hoes
Racing tracks
On the run fa that case
But still a show u how this wood work
competiting with my niggas im

Stomp

Fuz

Resonation Restoration

2004

For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get, no problem, Barry

You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home,

I can front the bag (how much)
Talking a hundred stacks yeah I can stunt like that
And I'm taking these bitches to school make sure your lunch is

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

even tryna lose
So his first hundred he bought a tool another chapter that's going crazy
Mama still tryna save her baby he gone yea he gone hit the block

have dreams
I have dreams

I have a place
Out in the woods
I didn't build it, but it built me good
I don't come here as much as I should
Cause every time

It's Hokatiwi

Glock by me 24 7, I don't do no boxing
Every pair of buffies straight from Hutch
We ain't shopping
You ain't thinking with that

Stomp

Drew's Famous

Drew's Famous Top Christian Countdown

For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get, no problem, Barry

You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home,