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a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool

Come to the city looking for a fight
It's a full moon yall hold tight
Where might one go to find peace of mind?
Where might one find one who treats you

Adrenaline

Swollen Members

Heavy

2003

[Chorus]
We gonna rock the whole crowd
Come to your town, Smash the door down
Trash the whole room
Kick the walls in, night to morning
Then we do it

always room for everyone
And everybody always has fun
So come along, the day has just begun.
 
Boys and girls listen,
cause I don't want you missin'

at the pinnacle

Finally made it to the big time
Came a long way from the underground
Tryna figure out
How to keep my feelings inside
While I'm looking out, I don't

feel, I feel)
Nigga I feel (I feel, I feel)
I feel
I feel like a groundhog
My come up overshadowed by my shadow
It out values my value
You only care bout

back and adapt
Always doin' right by others baby sit back and relax
Everybody ain’t as good as you, niggas always plottin
But I had to make you mine girl

No traction, I pull it, make the back end twerk
Back streets, these police can't catch a brother
No sleep, stay away from undercovers
Up late, got

feelings just to go away

Sail off on a island like a stowaway

Away from everybody yall don't know

Trust nobody theres nothing you could show me 

Do it by

for you (gotta do for you)
Hold onto you (hold on to you)
Right here for you (right here)
Ooooooohhh
When you come home from work baby, baby
I'll be

Motha Fucka
Get away from here while you still have the chance. Go, run, ahhhhh

BLAAAAM! Up in the club
Eastside, hoop ride, true juggalo scrub
They

Motherfucker!

Get away from here
While you still have the chance
Go, run, aghhhh

[Verse 1]
BLAAAAM!!! Up in the club
Eastside, hoo ride, true

would have to leave my country.

Ebony
Jack O's bar, Parade hotel, from me une
Ebony

I spent all I had on the journey and my papers
With the hundred

streets is like a living hell 
and the devil be the dope man
And everybody wanna fix from heron to even powder
My little nephew's a crack baby
When he

Highlands High arguing over who's better
Local scene shit
Left the city and seen shit
Everybody dreaming
Shit
But nobody means it
Sensitive about the craft

Brazier than YG 
Put henny in the IV
We drinking til 
The sun come out 
To tell me 
Do some rapping nigga
Kicking it wit Hodgy
My ocky never ID 
He

a car really hard from the back
Had no clue later on i was gonna be real sad
All these thoughts in my head like 
Will mom be mad
(Will my mom be mad)

Now

the sun
'Cause in this life I’m living I know that the day will come
It ain't about the race its in the hustle I ain't had to run (Yeah)
'Cause I know that

Married to my goals, I could never have a wife
Trying to see how far, I can take it in my life
Goals I achieve, everybody wanna reach
Gospel

of the street
Open up your eyes
Open up your ears
Get together and make things better
By working together!

It's a simple message and it comes from the heart

you tonight folks
Everybody from Uptown to the South End's
Makin' their way on down to Lackawanna Plaza

I think I'm finally finding me, my whole

Everybody gotta get
On they Grind and
Have a hustle to
Make it out the struggle
And I wanna tell
Y'all a lil Bit bout Mine
(This what I used to do)

How they figure they gon be the ones to come and down a nigga?
I've been drownin in a pool of talent since they found a nigga
And I say found cuz ain't

RANCH, PARSLEY-SEGREGATION/
I HEARD THEY LOVE WEDDINGS ON A PLANTATION/
SO I HOPE THAT EVERYBODY THAT LOVES THAT SHIT DIES/
BE BORN AGAIN WITH SLAVE EYES/