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Call me $aint R I'ma gee
I know for sure one day you wanna be like me
Knocking at the door
Your Glock is out of bullets nigga take mine
I can see

of lines
I'ma put the soul on sale
Calling Satan taking mine
Grab the phone
Hit 3 upside down bloody number 9s
I got death
In the bag ho
Praying that my God

Turned the block to a ghost town, no one in sight
Rep the set and hold it down, from the street to the mic
Pray the lord cover me from enemies

down I'm too grown for the belt
Me and Mom's we a team we don't need nobody else
But Mommas human and she needs love too
A man to help with these bills

shore, your life is in jeoprady
Treasure on my mind map's marked by ectasy
Brain storm, lightning strikes like shock therapy
My enemies sleep with the door

Voyage commences in T-10 seconds
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9  Get Ready
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6 Y'all Ain't Ready
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4 Buckle Up
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Analogical
Introducing your pilot
I'm the bar lord,

But Killin off my rival
brings a natural high
My alley bitch keep an alibi
She down to oblige
No pistol by yo side
That's B.I.G
You ready to die
It's

a day goes by
Where I don't thank  god I got his name
Yeah I know he's up there looking down
Proud

He use to say son it ain't the money
It's the things

Actually, Lucy, my trouble is Christmas
I just don't understand it
Instead of feeling happy, I feel sort of let down

You need involvement
You

Verse 1:
So don't hate, congratulate
I'm steady knocking down doors straight, from the gate
Why these suckas love to hate on the style that I take

Boy tall giant man the world is mine
Got through doors of suicide, now I'm certified
Lover boy, a league above all of the others boy
Cover boy, son

it
You can't walk to these goals we Ford Focus it
Now I'm the man in the mirror had to focus shift
Better late than never, paid off the red door notice

màu đỏ
You so fuego yea
Tối nay đi ăn kem
Flavor mango yea
And if he doesn't treat you right
Let that mango yea uh!
Meet you by the door
Gọi anh là Uber

Shit is getting scary
Yea, eyes on the prize
Can't see my enemies
Wasting my energy
Already dead to me
They is my sons I'm teaching em lessons
Look I

By that I mean cash on a tote bag
Then imma lay down so you can blow that
Then we'll listen to doggystyle cause I like a throwback
But we ain't doing

through the door
Don't want a little taste
Ya gotta give me some more, c'mon

Livin life like a son of a gun
5,4,3,2,1

How do you want it?
How do ya need

the grandpa, three for the 80
The peanut butter brittle got the sizzles goin' crazy
And sizzle when it blaze and ring bells in his ear

A-A-One, hey son, make

shit
'Cuz they went and got hit
By the COVID 19
When you was nineteen
And saved they lifey
Or what's love like when your little bro
Shit takes on a foe

He ogles me with his sunken brown eyes
He's shaky and skinny and he smells like gin

He takes me back to a trailer down by the dry creek
Hides me in

twelve at yo door (whoa)
So here we go
No balance in her justice
That pussy polarizing
You hate her but you fuck it
Vance Street nigga
Break 'em down into

If I Die Tonight

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

last son
The best of anything
Tell Joe here's a last one
If I die tonight
Would I be forgiven
By all the people
I been slackin' with
When I was livin'?

Master Of The House

Robert Billig

Les Misérables [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

1987

homing in
They fly through my doors,
And they crawl out on all fours

Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet the best innkeeper in town
As for

night came the knock'n at our door
of officer Ham lit by the fire of a torch
The Johnson's ole mule went and threw a shoe
And with it there chance

the vibes like an everyday sundaze
Woke up from a deep sleep
In a dark haze
Got the text quick
Like a business page
Dad says come home son mom
Might pass