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the reaper calling

Get off my dick!
I ain't care about you
You make me sick
Ugh

Pick up an arizona from the store
Maybe some gum
And I head home
And then

I ain't normal,

My girl say I'm picky,

Who inexorable,

I bet u change for a switchy,

Grant tapped on da drum,

Like who want change for 50,

Pop

doing?
(I'm alive)
Still might mix your Xanax with your booze then?
(Yuh)
I need help, I can't do this by myself
Feel my trauma prepping me for all

the body and I can't control it
Kids had a toys I played Mahjong
15 I jumped over the fence and never spotted by patrol
My decision was to pop Petroleum's,

the bed
Yeah then time pulled us apart
Or were we doomed right from the start
There’s troubles in my heart
All I see is red
It’s red
I can’t get you out my

Sick Dogs

The Psycho Realm

A War Story

Sick in the head get out of hand daily 
Sick dogs got one screw missing 
Are you a pelón psyclone on a mission? 
Sick dogs we run deep creep come up

again
If It's a problem we wylin
My niggas in bookings again (locked)
Back jugging again
Im out of Queens in this bitch
But get love out of Brooklyn again

as fuck
Know we went too legit
Keep an FN by my side, watch out
You might get hit bad bitch by my side
Mix Telfar with the Rick they like
"How Kan dropped

a dream
No parachute
Now and then, I get strong, I think I'm ready to go
Find a place called my home and I would bring you all
If I could, I think I'm ready

seven, send most of those bitches straight to heaven
One by one when the job is done, bury them hoes so they can't see the sun
Jungle juice, gallon of cum,

trying to get the hook up, leaving your girl shook up
Women breaking my pager, phone line you can't look up
We had ice on us, merchandise on us
Busting

making that quick dough but it wasn't making me happy
You were feeding your ego I was feeding my family

So it had to be catchy
So it had to be
So it had

down the windows
Emotional games get board switch lanes my way
And when I’m rollin' up two, pretty views better off with you
Stick on me like Scotch,

fucking hate it
Still, I'd rather know you're happy over nothing
I should keep you out my thoughts, discussions
Don't got a reason to be thinking of ya
I've

you're at the bar, head in a fog,
In the mix I might offer advice from Nate Dogg.

Whether in SOHO, or cruising on a yacht,
Still rock out to beastie Boy

If we ever get a number one, flow chart
Champaign, tampon, soak up
Yeh
Makin jokes huh?
Dip the chips into the poker, salsa, you know what I mean
I'm

and illusion of bliss 
Cause Now I know, life's more than a wish
Like getting kiss by a scandalous bitch
I've never been rich, caught up in the mix
Seems like my

This Is for the Riderz

Califa Thugs

Califa Thugs

2001

the Avenue
All the bitches yell my name
When I'm on the Avenue
What's up now can't you see I'm in the mix
With a fine hiena with the big ol tits
This is life

Laurent
Had to mix it with leather
Dance with baby
We gon get it by tonight
Hands on the wheel
Cause I know you like to fight

Like to fight
Got the Louie v

blocked by a frozen mind
The perfect next step is too hard to find
Always needed a reason to get out of bed
Maybe now it's just habit, this battle in my

make it rain on whoever
Your defenders can't handle me
I'm too special
I ain't had nothing
I'm telling you nothing
Not a dollar to my name
Niggas ain't