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shit on sight
'Round the corner moving quiet quiet
Pull up like, that's a drive by
Bank account, bank account
Adding up amounts, make it stack, a mount
I

thoughts put me through this
I Work hard I work hard past my breaking point
Don't let your tears drop no don't let them tears drop
Don't you Hit passed  that

should really keep a ruger
Ok like yeah
Race to the top
Gotta walk what I talk
Flow choppin like NLE
Shawty wit me and she like how I talk
Wanna know what

day by day
I'm about to pave the way

Sit back let your throat lax
Gotta do a smash and dash
Gotta a flight at LAX
Gotta dominate the field
Before you

peace
Not knowing they can rise like the summer heat
Come up out the beast yeah I'm done wit Sleep
I was narcoleptic when the Son would speak
Now I hide

the blue
Meeting with the plug I pull up with a tool
Gripping on da Glock can't trust who is you?
Can let nobody play me for a fool
Rolling good-good, doo

a couple niggas mad
Can't wait to catch this nigga out he know we on his ass
I gave my dawg the go you know my nigga finna crash
Set him up to get him banged

Told that lil bih bye cause it's for the better
(Yeah)
I took the booms downtown
changing the mood with my sound
Who are u ur not from around
Smoke in

(Aye) 
J'z and Jogger'z
(Aye) 
J'z and Jogger'z
(Aye) 
J'z and Jogger'z
(Aye) 

J'z and Jogger'z (okay) 
Wit a sweatshirt Giovanni (nice) 
I spit a better

different colors nails
Brain so genius that it's only meant for Yale
Couldn't be surrounded by the women that are pale
They could never tip my scale
If you

the world in decay

And all that I may do the like by day 
And imitate best I put three evils on scales
And so cursed I weigh them humanly well

The three

shottas 
That keep em some knockas 
Killas no Konshens, hit you front yo mama
Scope on binoculars, could B.I.G Poppa
No victim no case, (Well) 
Who shot ya?

All in her DM
Tryna see what's up wit it
Bout to shoot my shot
Hoping she don't got a nigga
My name Cash
Baby girl how u doin
Wanna know who u are

at me I'm "Papa locking" in the booth
Kinda rocking in your shoes got em shouting "OOH OOH"
Tell me again who do you know that can flow like this?
Roll

right their catch me
cunts I run with, hypo dumb shits, 
pyros ruff kids, psychos fuck wits, 
absolute nutters, bugging in the gutters
double crossing

Get Some Crunk in Yo System

Pastor Troy

Twanked Out Down South

2004

niggas get excited 
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot 
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it 
Gun's I collect em, gun's

scared lil' momma Toonz got you

Now this here funky,
Who was the man with the plan my boys up on that
Nae nae what we called it while
Y'all guys out here

the beldam daughters of her daughter
To make the child a man, the man a child
To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter
To tame the unicorn and lion wild

and sea
And maybe storm some beaches
That's who I'd be That's who I'd be
Or I could be a poet
And write a different story
One that tells of glory
And wipes

At my wits end
Veil of sanity
Locked inside the cage of my mind
Demented thoughts of murder you will find

Time after time, I listen to lies
There's

Looped It

Chi-Ali

The Fabulous Chi-Ali

the frame
At the end of the show, you know my name
Plus my trademark's left on the brain's base
An inprint the brother who sparked the place
Left the place in

a wake up call   ima let the beat breath yea this a wake up Time and time again let em know just who I am look into my eyes you see anger and a life

step your ear up
Maybe it's the mind
Who else is talking Growth though?
Found the niche
Whiz by 'em most are moving slow pokes
Addicted to the phones so

fuc wit me 
Catch u in the penitentiary 
And give u a buc 50 

Niggas playing with my name 
but I guess they all must gotta
Death wish 

Bullets come