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popped, and get popped again
Made your bitch crawl up the wall, now she call me Spider-Man
Nigga we ain't fuckin' friends, ain't no dap, or shaking hands

Let's Ride

Choclair

Ice Cold

1999

Just ride

If you feelin' my vibe then we can all just (Ride)
If you want to get down then we can all just (Ride)
All my people throw your hands up

to kick it with me then I'm in a bad mood
Cut up your organs and paint a lil portrait
Get printed by Morgan he send the bad news
I feel like a menace

keep the chrome gat with the wooden handle
These 85ers restless they’ll test your inner mammal
So you gotta think smart and don’t get caught up in

you spend with clouded cigarettes?

Keep puffin those cigarettes
I got got by the cigarettes
I don't need your smoke

Grew up white walls that got

to be"
"Gear up for eternity" - "they said" - "that'll be turnkey"
"I gave up, and when your friends have given up as well
Inaction is consequence.. just

like swat
Hitting all the flies till your little clique get popped

Black out, laying silent in the rain
Mad house, overstimulate the brain
Look so

Let's Ride

Choclair

3 Strikes [Clean]

2000

Just ride

If you feelin' my vibe then we can all just (Ride)
If you want to get down then we can all just (Ride)
All my people throw your hands up

on the shelf

Do they call me crazy because I like black
I wear pentagrams and I give people heart attacks
When they walk by and I get stink eyed 
Next thing you

by the culture of rap
A vulture of facts
Picked clean the sculpture of that
That being the lines out of a speaker
Crack feind, black teen that never

I am the Glock in His back pocket
Venomous bitch, I'm a last option
Don't lose your shit, I don't blast often
But if I do, you'll need a black coffin

Ruby and Carlos

James McMurtry

Just Us Kids

2008

more Coggins test
Pouring coffee for the county vet

Pictures on the ice box door
Carlos in the first gulf war
Black eyed brown and youthful face

your mind numb
Verses crack ounces of piff
I got all kind of dope if I get low
Fiends licking the baggy like an envelope
Labels ain't cutting a check
So

Boo bitch, Spooky Girl's here
Spooky Boy's out, I'm takin' over this year
Now it is the season I am goin' trick-or-treating
Black cat by my side

that's why I got high blood pressure

[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Outro]
(Erick say it) Yeah put your hands up
Just like "Music," feel the cut, uhh
(Erick

by too long
Words-black on grey
Drained the colours away from the strains of your song

Hey, back to the start
Struck so wide eye'd, love
Hit me hard,

(What should I tell your men when they find out you're gone?)
(I'll be back)
Slide em up, yea woah
Slide up em up, him his gang, line em up
We got

Fort Griffin

on the flats by the Clear Fork this bare saloon
pardon me
the backbar black cherry with scrolls of gilt the mirror the nude and the dog

of twiztid wraps
Make you feel like you got
Hit by a basеball bat
This ain't nothin but the real
What you know bout that
Think I'm about to get peeled
Like

frozed
Hands up
Cocked-eyed
Nigga really look retarded
Big body I'm a F-150
Pick up the glizzy
When I'm in the city
Cuz some of these niggas be trippin'

Proud, who gon' fuck with us now?
Coward, whole lot more by the hour
Power, well you can butter me up
Cause when the heat hits it'll scorch us
Old golden

up
And I'm getting what I can for you fall through my hands
Imma Yung misfit, red eyed loner
Wanna bag on my wrist for the all black roll-e
And some

sticky
Black cat on my feet, yea it gets tricky
Don't get caught actin goofy, dog
My name ain't mickey
I'm happiest at home
I know your mind is blown
I'm

or Master over me?

Write it down, and looked it up. Can't get nothin past me.

Now Theresa was the darker toned one,

Her skin was kissed by the sun

But