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fingers
I'm the air is the east side
Best side where the chick slide purple lamborghini sitting on the east side
Imma tell where I been
I never killed for

Drama Az Usual

Threat

Drama Az Usual

Az Usual, the only way to survive

(4x)

[Second Verse]
My lifestyle, still crazy fuck how shady it seems
By my side bes the three-eighty, lady of my

like Franklins
In my blood like glucose, word up like kudos 
Backyard in the mud summer sun where I grew those
Cos sinkers hit the buge's, drinkers hit

R.I.P.

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this

learn a whole lot just by sitting in silence
I seen nothing but violence, I lived longer than imagined
I done loss half my friends, looked away and it

rubber, got you by the balls, playa
She leasing that new Lexus model
LS, hell yes, her ex will follow
Instructions to pay that car note, she'll swallow
In

To feel the thrill so step up if you want
Though I'll crush you when you will
You on point, Ran? (all the time, Int)
Well I got your back, supplies are

grasping the pearls on your chest and screaming ''oh lord''
Taking you back to the last century
You whack rappers better prepare to be
Faced by an onslaught

And everybody’s tired
Hit high notes like Mariah 
You need it we supply it

Sometimes life is overwhelming 
Breathing’s all I know how to do
So I’m blowing off

the opportunity
I know a couple little niggas hating on my hits
Saying that I blew up cuz I only rap with autotune
Corazón... Corazón...
Just stay here by my side

Instead of killing each other 'cause we don't live in the same bits
It's just supply and demand
The game is the game
But hope you plan on buying a yard
Huh

everybody's scared cause the damage that I've done with two songs
Is probably more than their album did
Be afraid, be afraid I'mma get'cha
Little Lab's

That's Right

Drama

Heavy Rotation Allstar Compilation, Vol. 10

2007

of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I

a lot of time I'ma slide to the side the Vicky's
I'll supply the dope in dick form like Bobby did Whitney
I'm your pusher man got you addicted now you

I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's
I break backs of fat tracks and freeze
And get up on these, and hit your knees
Trick, can do what you do,

put you in the shadow realm
Leave you starry eyed
Like you under spell
Smell of gunpowder in the air
Sirens comin but I disappear
I really want an album

I'm more breaded
My Lord better
Success in the air, my poors said it
They say I'm the greatest, nigga, them whores said it
Hopped in a Rolls, 2020,

down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album

and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just

a fuck about your foreign
You could've saved that money by exploring
Not the world, I mean your inner self
Spent too much time chasing the wealth and lost

steady getting stabbed in the back by the boys you reppin' with
And I cannot mess with that
I pull up with the best attacks
Like an autocanceled back air

Tell me is there wack up the air
Rappers scattered off the gear
I can Mapem year to year it's like a tracker get distracted send em back like in

intention of making hits or making chips
Time is money, please don't insult me
By thinking that freestyle is really free, it's kinda costly
More than you can

did rap
I was styling on you niggaz
Now I dont know the reason
I been waiting for forever
To drop the first album
I was dying for the cheddar
You wont