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on scene, I was 15, I had dreams up in this shit
Years go by, wondering why
Cause the mindstate split
Still up on my shit but see I trip a little bit just

a backyard you broke
I'm investin' money
Watchin' the Stock Exchange
They Marvel how I still make the
Blocks move like Dr strange
Whatchu got paid ya last

right, yeah (Oou, Yeah)
She get me right
Uh, uh (Gang)
Posted with my brothas
We just right here by the corner store, yeah
Got some dope on me
I got my

light-skinned bitch
I give a fuck who you tell
You don't like this shit
The fact still stand you got one girlfriend
And I feel like the whole world's pimp
I can't

drive in the whip
I'm handbrake driftin'
White plug shoot the birds like Blake Griffin
That shit got me sick, y'all stay simpin'
(Aye)
I slid to Boynton,

They ain't got their own name in the streets so they just be running to they dad
Bitch shitted on me
Right in front my face
Said if I get some money

and my brudda Shocktown keep waving

Soldier got bagged, boxes looking like Blake Brown
I don't give a fuck what a hater gotta say now
Nigga I was

a trick still might just pull up and pay off her rent cause my pockets big
Big diamond grills dancing and punching inside of my mouth so I talk with a lisp

gotta have guys working downfield.

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I am still blown away by the breakaway speed of the rookie 83, Valdes Jones.
Crosby Allen lines up for

they don't understand me
When Blake off the xannys he turns to a demon
He's plotting and scheming, he's money retrieving 
I got my own demons but you

But stress to me
Respectfully
Not to many could F with me
And that could be
Individually Or collectively
Secondly
If you don't got a check for me
Still

to me baby
You’ve got me by the throat, we keep it to ourselves
How your fingerprints stimulate me
You're so mysterious, it’s incredible
The way that you

it by
Now I got to hide
All thee pain inside
Jumping in my wip
Cause hell has been a ride
Wasting Time With A Cigarette
Your like smoke inside my lungs

Business

Chipmunk

I Am Chipmunk

2009

and they're just tryin' to do the same
Started at the same place, they still haven't got a name
I clocked every snake, but remains social shut my mind

thought I was dead (dead)
But really, it's just up from here
Yeah, I'm up next (yeah)

I hit up Shot By Blake
I'm like, "Yo, let's go out West" (let's go)

holding me by the neck and I'm stuck inna game
Attaching myself to the core of the rotten the rotten what I have become under names
I'm not really crazy I'm

fingers and dip real quick
Darkies ain really got shit
Throw water on walls and hope it'll stick
Struggle the ends never meet
Men miss meals, still talk

Who gone cry for that kid in the trenches
Aint nobody give it to him by any means he go get it
Got Ms Johnson in the window she aint minding her

materials 
Fucked by the politicians what they got 
Veneral
Imma fight back, keep em between the ropes like mysterio 
Oh my god I’m sorry, I’m getting way too

a clipper
Be banging like Griffin they calling me Blake
Whoa whoa whoa whoa I show the love even times when they hate
Shit done got griddy with fools in

come back with it
I was fuckin' off in the trap and I still made a killing, yeah Lost it all, got it back on my feet, what
a feeling? Told him, get up

back with it
I was fuckin' off in the trap and I still made a killing, yeah Lost it all, got it back on my feet, what

A feeling? Told him, get up out

Chicken Heads

Carl Thomas

The Best of Junior M.A.F.I.A.

2004

on three tours, mansion, three floors
Why should I have a bitch when I could see yours?
Before you start some shit, be sure
'cause I still got Murda Mamiz

Chicken Heads

Carl Thomas

The Wonderful World of Cease A Leo

1999

on three tours, mansion, three floors
Why should I have a bitch when I could see yours?
Before you start some shit, be sure
'cause I still got Murda Mamiz