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Crowdfunding cancer drugs and digital bake sales to help bury our friends
Is this your rugged individualism,

It's the first, second, third time you've sabotaged yourself like this
You've kept me from attending college even though
I've had an inoperable brain

Stop by the spot to get the gear correct
Cause there’s bound to be a bunch of bomb dips to collect
Swooped up the homey and I'm on our way
It ain't no

I'm ahead of
Run up on me and I'm cutting his head off
30 got bullets I'm knocking his head off
That nigga a pussy I shot him then sped off
He talking

Top drop at the second line & bust they ass
Got me lookin' like Hot Spitta (Yeaaa)
I'm a big spender, therefore I stunt
You niggas city slickers
We call

kill this love for you
So fuck it, I’m tryina put all my trust in you
But you don’t do well with second chances
And I don’t do well with any relationship

your throat
Listen to what I'm saying
You need it more than most

'Cause blacks are only 12 percent of the population
Yet they account for 30 percent

self, invitations for the wedding
Right there
Bold typeface on the heading
'Bout 30 seconds to mars till it's time to change the bedding
Sauced from

Chopper

Fam-Lay

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper

Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since

eleleminor I av no help 4 a josin German
 Aro for it is cap etikato
 tiksonovo for d day is being Trude by d nite nd d nite being Trude by d day but dey re

nigga threatened me and so I put him in his spot
Nigga trynna fuck with me but I'm gon' hit him where it hurts
30 choppas aimed at me they trynna kill

like
To hear your voice
When I wake up, you'll be standing by my side
I know second chances, second chances don't exist
But if I could turn back time
I

Go 7 30
Go 7 30

Go 7 30
Seven seconds to pop it off
Thirty minutes before I go crazy up in It
Zero seconds to gun you down
Don't be running crank up

your gang won't pop, in this bitch

Pick me up
Trust no one
I won't run
Kill for fun 
Don't you run
I'm not done
Chain you up
Now we're one

And the 30

another
Another runaway

I was raised by the dead
Part the read sea, off with your head
Theif in the night, ain't feeling right
Roll outta bed looking for

anyway (Northside)
Think about the drive-by any day (Northside)
Bet if I pass by (Northside), rollin' up that Mary J (Northside)
I might drop 30 like

She took it out of my truck
Drove off like Joe Nemecheck
She thought it would kill me but what's
One less .30-06 to a redneck

What's one less

slappin' Mars Volta
Then she slapped me and told me to tell her to turn over
I'm an uncle now
Pour one out for Marty Funkhouse and Eddie House
I didn't have

yes, I got it
Feeling hella good
Ain't got no driver's license
But you know I'm driven
The second I spit it
Everything that's what I'm giving
Yeah, I get

disappear with my bitch in
A Mit'subishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood will spill too
Did I say thank you? I grant you
Three wishes cause I be

Violence

Naked Aggression

Bitter Youth

1994

to the ground with the bats in their hands 

VIOLENCE! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!

Anger causes violence and stupidity
But I can't stop

, Distance Kills, Distance Kills
Are you still fulfilled?
No? I didn't think so

her, make her, miss ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just exhausted
Wondering where the fuck's Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes after our

kill i would commit a crime
30 clips i ain't talkin bout vine
Wave them sticks like Vietnam (Vietnam)
Know my clique on demon time
By myself no need