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Riding through the 9-1-4 totin' Mac-10
And by Mac-10, I'm talking bout my mouth then
These lyrics just like bullets
How I shoot you in your ass, friend

Bullets, blood, ribs, intestines 
How's that for gangsta shit 
Southside stories is musical nigga 
Bang the shit 
Way the beat plays 
I reminisce about Ray

outshine anyone on cloud nine.
102 Crandon.
I'm the last one standing.
Everything disappeared,  vanished.
Everything we thought was good banished.
Every one

I be screeching in the streets, while you saved by the bell
I don't even need to speak, look at me and you can tell
Putting holes in your words, like

I'm on that
Niggas trying to get it off a flow and a beat
Real niggas ain't gon speak on the streets
Cuz we tryna eat off the meet and greats
Make it

in his lap
My brothers they been feenin' they gon' get him wrapped
Don't take nun' but a band for to get you wrapped
Hop on beats and run it, im fin'

Rule number nine protect your heart at all cost cause bitches slime
Rule number ten if you can't be here for my losses you can't be here for my wins
That

Copy
Riding in a HellCat, four by four, this shit is wide
Yeah you a motherfucking pussy, but you do not got nine lives
You always talking out your

Stretchin' p's, gotta sell it by the zip
Two qp's what he orderin'
Ran off, so I had to get a flip
Bro couldn't hold the chop, he had to shoulder it
Ringer

a myriad in actuality
Look just like Nickel nine said
"I'm not getting better I'm just getting started"
With these thoughts in my head I won't be outsmarted

when I fight it's only off the tension
Matter of fact nine on my backside just for fight prevention
How you react when you attack, it's all about

it by my dolo
I can't even pump my gas, they want a photo (damn)
Pass a yerky to my ese, he go loco (fuck)
PLR get to kickin' like it's Bolo
I

Speaking of raps
Tell me what's up in your mind
Man like Kase
Wanna hear you rhyme
Go

Two, nine
That's the time that I grind
That's the time I'm alive
When

Don't be scared
Light the fire
You're not alone
Celtic vibe
9-5
Arya's Flight
Don't be missing out
You never know
The time is right
Wear your dancing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I said I'm used to this
I've been used to be being used, by a useless bitch
Niggas that talking crazy don't want me to use the clip

left with?
The tunes, the beats, the rhythm, the blues (Yeah)
On my lonely, in my room, Frank Ocean, for the loot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Imma fuckin' get it

headphones and make sure my levels knock
This for my niggas around the corner and up the block
The white boys from cul-de-sacs that push rocks
My 9 to 5ers who

when it's late 
They gon' see the sign in the sky of the slimes when I pull up to the place 
She want me to come beat drummer 
Put them in the six feet

her son up
Threw her a pillow and told her to shut up
Thick light skin, got five, six kids
Ghetto lil' bitch, got seven, eight wigs

House nine acres

Yeahe Yeah
Mmmm..
One shot on the beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Mmmm..
Am I the only one baby tell the truth
I rap my

and belonging
Got me singing this song yeah
He was an 11 year old boy and he got beat by his father
He had burnt marks all over him and stuff like that
How can

want, from a day to a week
It was cloud nine, going to school, trips to the zoo, and learning some beats

Life goes on,
Even after we've done wrong

stand by what I said

I'm Fucking this beat like it's your bitch asshole
Hitting from the back sounds like granny's casserole 
Had to spit some vile shit,

despair and grief
Tearing through these beats
And I'm eating em like polaris breach
Or dairy queen and freezing but heating up like I'm kerosene
Dare