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with them O's
You know shorty been EBK
So I don't do shit by the code
And don't give a fuck who want smoke
I eat, sleep, and shit with my pole

to give me sloppy toppy
That's your nickname, girl, 'cause your tongue game off the chain (yeah)
And by the way she used to swallow it
Before you last

of the cake
Still got the crib by the lake
We ain't got a couch
But trust me though we never late
Long as my people feel safe
Long as I keep all my cake

wa makgotla)

You can hum
In Mark chapter ten
The Bible says from verse forty-six to fifty-two
There was this man who was born blind
The Bible says

to God Genesis Chapter 40 read it

Oh my God what is crazy
Who the hell heal the world through the pain
Should we pray should we call on your name
Jesus

control a descendant of St. Nicholas 

I'm gifted 

Capitalism 

Capitalized

By capturing niggas

We were enslaved

Locked up in chains 

How is this

to her, kinda feel like Hancock
Even stayed in block forty-three, back when shit was mad hot
We ain't talked for years 'til one day I had finally hit her

OG's
Used to be 25, damn near 40 for the ki
Better outlook at life
Better know how to cook the white
Soft to the hard, hard niggas turn to soft

My lil

day since the new job started
last time we got that far we were busted by the exit

we poured over blueprints and argued timetables
we agreed we were

Evil when i see you
Real G's gone need you when
They snatched by da people
Got G's servin 20 to life long
Bids turn real G's into wives
No feet

michigan with the moves

Rollie costs your tuition
A lil' over out of state
Try to book me for a date
I need 40 out the gate
I got a lot on my plate
I'm just

people survive 
Going thorugh they own life
cnd putting in that 40 hours you nah mean
We gotta get out of this shit yo  for real
 


 
This fa my people

games with me and
Catch a forty - fo'
Thoughts like this they come and go
Who needs a friend with so many foes?
G - h - e - t - t - o
Nieghborhood still

baby
cnd ya home girl couch sunk in cause that boss bitch lazy 
While you waiting on dem 40 and a mule better  wake yo ass up and go to school learn

be gettin' lost in
Music 'til I need retreivin'
You see me puttin' in a 40-hour week
What you don't see is the
Extra 45 behind the scenes
I've been

on black with
Ostrich sittin on the seats
My money speaks plus I'm surrounded
By a couple freaks
I'm so much in my zone I ain't
Been home in bout a couple

99 bottles of malt liquor
With 99-cent stickers
Could have 99 Newports
Niggas'll still bicker
15 ain't bitter, 40-ounces taught us
To drink quicker

Griselda by Fashion Rebels dJ

Ayo, the burning aloe blow white
Yang yipping on but whipping
Up the whole night
Bape shark heads in the saline (Skrr)

ist laut und du denkst
Der Track ist ill
Und du hast vollkommen recht
Willkommen in Ganxtaville

Ridin' by, mothafuckas always gettin high
In

time
Live for home invasions
Catch you naked where the safe at
ASAP, 40 in your mouth, make you taste that
Straight jack (Ah)
Bricks on top of bricks,

of the rich man

I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For

now picture pain, the worst
On earth ever existed
Experienced the mischief
Endureth the crucifixion  He died although 40
Percent wouldn't believe  see

The shark teeth i need Marielle to draw me
Smoking holding a forty
It's Lord Streetz, pistol whip your jaw
You need false teeth (Run)
Been a heart-throb

'41
(© 2002 Mr Jones)

I'm lookin' at that picture
Taken back in fourty-one
I wonder where the hell you've come from
I wonder where the hell you've