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Cayenne peppers on the slice
Mix it up mix it up nice
Gucci stepping tennis shoe white
Y-3 hanging on the right
Can’t make it hot I’m really with

Sly We Fly

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

missin', next day, where your face went? 
With Dolly Parton music playin' in my pickup truck 
My gold sandwich, a swigger liquor chewin' duck 
I got no

pointing fingers off at your trial (damn)
My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it
Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah)
That Kendrick on them

adds up
You gon back up
So make your mind up

These days reality feel like skating on thin ice
So when does it all crack
Is it all a big lie
Truth lies

me up 
I mean funeral service, Tom Ford, 3-piece suit, 
Wake these motha fuckas up

Verse 2
Y'all keep talking that big shit
You keep your mouths open

Make Your Peace

Scarface

Balls and My Word

2003

The shooters gotta do it day for day
So make your peace

Open your books to the first chapter, verse four, page eight
And link to my thoughts as my intents

While you be doing your makeup
Wishing that we can just make up
This ain’t big boss so I’m wondering why baby girl why did you have to go change up

up right back
Conspiracy theories
Turning me into a panic attack
Locked loaded
Pot rolling
Mind killing
Under noticed
Kick back
Rock and roll her
I'm

If they judging by appearances how they treating my color way
I swear ain't no comparison
What a time to be alive better cherish it
Money on my mind

the Patrón
Got your mom sis and granny all calling my phone
Making plays in the field hit them back at the tone
She begging me to pull up like her parents

a chance on me
How much clearer can I be?

Hey, boy, what you gon' do
If you want me like I want you
Then man up and make your move
I'm gold, gold you, me,

to survive
Back when i had no money and no ride
Back when i had to slide through to get by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take

that's in this life
School is 8 hours 1 hour break they condition our mind
So we repeat it when we grown they profit from our lack of life
And we just make

Black is gold is pure
And true kings of this earth.

1.

So I say it's up to us to straighten
Out this mess...
We got to go through hell...
And then

In ways you've never seen before

Tryna make waves 
So we can bring the wake up
Bone ache go away now
Book up cake up
Mind gotta be forsaken just like

Craven
Deadman Wonderland, or what the U.S. did to Asians
Edgar Allen Poe, and his study of the Raven
Possessed by Trigon purely for entertainment
Tryna

but I don't make sense
Cause one day it's put the knives down
Or put the peace signs up
The next day I'm at your home instead
All for my pride

shouldn't be a function inside your system it's just a mythical theory that they put in place
To make sure that you don't handle your business I mean

Quit

Mobster's Anthem

Twista

Adrenaline Rush

1997

the mobster's greatest hits
And when we come to your town then raise it
Find the skunkiest weed you can
Roll it up and blaze it

If it's dope we shakin' it

I don’t need a wallet cause my money can’t fold
I’m running up a check just like I'm Usain Bolt
How am I richer than you and you sold your soul

bad energy like a sponge
Can’t count all the times I heard “your voice ain’t gold”
“If I were you I’d just write and sell songs till you’re old”
Yeah

getting this shit off my chest once and for all
I’m standing tall when I watch you fall down the rabbit hole
On your own and yet I’d still call just to make

See I got the theory locked but now I'm losing my mind
Cos the poisons in my blood are trying to make it to the outside
Outside: money and cars and more

mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! (Now) 
I remember when that nigga D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady
That nigga had to go come