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witness, now a victim, ain't your mom tell you no snitching?
You a stupid bitch
Put you in GCPD
Now I'm getting filthy rich
I just got my Owen's, hell yeah

gun in my denims that's blick Owens
Now I'm watching the party get uppity up
Eight o'eights knocking its fucking me up
Bro on the couch and he 'stuckity

don't fuck around (Uh, uh)
Fuck around
One of my guys come and buck you down
Gun you down, shoot up your
Corner with a hundred rounds, yeah
The sound

and sign checks
I swear to god am surrounded by people that are blessed
Who use to have the same issues me but we never confessed
Look, the high school days

shit finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz,

the deception
They war is decided by the one who has the funs
After 500 of oppression
Your still ah fall for the deception
So divided you can’t make demands

'round
The time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the
Heart of the 'Stuy so on the Fourth of July
We would always stop by
Man, I ran through the bush

She don't know imma kill her son 
5 Man up in a four by four it's war
Buck into me you're done
They know what the mandem done 
Rex got hit in the back

Owens, Balenci, and I got Chrome Heart ways
And I ain't gon' change my ways, can't change
Never seen ya round here think you new to things
But I'm tryna

about to drop
Nigga I'm not talking about no album dropping
I'm talking about hitting the corner having your heart stopping
It's a bay thing
We spit fire

albums in
I can tell you things
Bout people you run with

I can see a fling, a flame, a spark
And all the sum of it
Ran ya tape by my dawgs
They didn't

top, you gonna have to fix your collar

Bitch you wanna pop back, look back please, making sure you get your lick back
I could snatch you by your tongue,

Rick James

Murs

Felt: A Tribute to Christina Ricci

grabbed him by the coat

[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that

[ Slug ]

on, watch your boy in some flip the fitted
You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody help
What's happenin'? What's

Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie
Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all fucked

on the forest green.
A lad I spied by Owen's side
And a maiden on his knee.
And he was as dark as the berry brown wood And she all whey and wan to see,
All whey

the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose

guitar Your Cheatin Heart and a whole lot of Haggard and Jones
And without fail they'd play Tiger By The Tail
at least three times a day
Now if Buck was

is broke
Laughing to the bank like a joke
I got Chrome Hearts on my shoulders
I got Rick Owens on my toes
Yea, I'm going to a mode
I told you niggas

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

diluted the fun
Cause breaking it down until it's broke is no joke
I'ma continute to fracture the groove until I croak
Lyrics flow from the soul, the heart

love you
Undercover jeans cost a buck too
Number Nine shirt say I love you
How ima' love but I got chrome hearts?
(Chrome Hearts)
When we kiss it feel

I used to work at carmax
I drove every car in your parking lot
What the fuck is that, you got to move
You in my parking spot
Made the album in

aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung

aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung