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sicko
I just want it bad so I'm workin to it fast yeah
Filling up my pack with the super secret stash yeah
Then we gonna blow it and it's straight back

shit to me
You are listening to greatness
Started writing these rhymes
In a basement
First time I rhymed 
I could taste it
I'll be making payments
By

I'm breaking it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold

Call up-
Call up the C15s, take away five
Shit might get live
Tell 'em, to meet me, at 3:15
Niggas outside, bring the whole shquad
Grrr!
Hand it over, I

ones 
Only cost a couple cents to see it all gone

I know what it takes
Trynna be the one who has it made
So get up out my face
Get up out my face get

throttle back
Or tempt my fate
If the wheels fall off
As they often do
I'll take my time
To Start anew
5000 miles
Picking up the pace
5 more to go
Gotta win

Hid'in

Guerilla Maab

Resurrected

2002

on and five coming out the sky, nowhere to run my nigga
Could it be the final call, prepare to be judged
But if it's Armageddon and you weaponless, prepare

3 Kings

Bun B

Already Platinum [Bonus CD]

2005

[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks

3 Kings [Chopped & Screwed Version]

Bun B

Legends

2005

[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks

Winning

Curren$y

Canal Street Confidential

2015

paper
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
We blow smoke in they faces
They all catching the vapors
(Get High)

Niggas hate

the smoke we blow out
We roll up when we roll up
And when we done we roll out
THC my cologne
It's cover two in my zone yeah yeah
I been on a raw diet ugh
Less

they doin
Ain't nun bygones we laying on your dome
5.56's they go through that spot
Put one in my sock for I catch me a knot
Put it up to his dome while

lights
Where it never turns down
It's plenty people around
Trying to see what's going down
Riding, Riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind

I'm crazy
I wake up ready to go
Offended ready to throw
I need a yes or a no
Are you a friend or a foe
'Cause everybody I know
It's going out

it up passionately
We are not the same, different breed
I get so many ppl worried bout my nationality
Pocket watching studying my moves and my salary

you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a supped up tempo
I'm on a roll it's time to go solo

Pressure,

Snack Attack

Godley & Creme

Ismism

1981

on the floor
Curled up in the corner can't take no more
Armies of food invade my sleep
Led by lasagnas ten inches deep
My head is pounding my heart is

my money now so later I can get them dividends
Like 50 cent it's many men that wanna take my spot
Ima give it all I got cus I know it only take one

and great gents
You can only make a dollar with morals that make cents/ sense!

What's up homie?
How you been?
What it be?
What's yo Biz?
What you see?
Do I

Tell em put they hands up 
Like I told em freeze 
Its a robbery I want the jewels and the cheese 
Its necessary get this doe by any means
Its

haunted by the homes we roam
Still living in the ifs outside the is and its we've only known
There's more inside the yesteryears and forks in roads we never

(ring)
You can take it all I want my mind back (have it)
Fucking with all of my lines right (uh)
this trenchkid dey blow your mind ba (on Gad)
It's my turn

and blow put it deep down in your throat. A nigga like me don't
wanna hear that shit so do what the fuck you've been told.
*Chrorus*

*Verse3*
I smoke by

the way
I've gone through changes In the city with my chrome
Pretty girl make it home You know man I go by my loan

And they want me to be bitches Them