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give don't take
And ones who take forsake
In this life we all tryna figure out Why (Out why)
Everyday we make the ends just to Get by(Get by)
In this

right thumb;
Combination of the safe unifies;
My spring waters purify;
The south gets cold in June-July;
No need for you to pry;
Is it the truth that got

Raid dat shit and skrrt off in a van
Then we out to go to japan
My heart cold like my blade
My heart black like a spade
Bitch boy talk you get slayed

my days
I'ma have your bitch amazed, put them hundreds in her face
Skinny nigga, stank sack, get the fuck up out the way
Five grams in the wood, nigga

and I can't walk straight
I got the juice in here
Can tell by my neck and my shoes in here
Got bitches that wanna get nude in here
I am the truth in here,

Fucked up I can't be low
I won't face the music
All my problems
Melt the in snow

Last week got my heart broke by a bitch
So I'm bumping at this party

I'm home
Burning sage to mix the tone

Run from my past and now I stay
On these bitches everyday
Cause im alone with out a way 
Come for me but I will

yellow, red or whatever
You tried to blast me out the sky? What a joke
You gave me all of the emeralds? time for the show
Drown in my pool of demise? You

Straight business, trap like a gym I got weight in it
Emerald cut diamonds that make niggas play with ya
Bury this bitch in my waist, paint ya face with it

bullets gon' sting
Emeralds in my ring, park up the SRT
We tearin' up the streets
Doors out the jeep, shoot it up for weeks

Can't ride with us if you
Ain't

discern
In the light a woman's emerald eyes, emerald eyes

The face is erased
By the presence of Touchstone
Showing me the way behind him

The horizon spins

Faces

Run-D.M.C.

Back from Hell

1990

in my face for a second
But I move the crowd, and I reckon
That a sucker might jump and try to bait
So kill that noise and get out my face (punk)

Y'all My Nugz

Twista

Southwest Riders

1997

on what we smokin on
'cause ya'll my nugz
we with each other till the day we die
rather shakin up work handing out tips ain't no lie
be quick to get

cross over
I can feel 'em by my shoulder yeah
Paranormal when the room gets colder
Burn the sage and feel the odor
Clear the room and keep the order now

or Bedrock
Jump to Pocket or Xbox
Just one more dead mob
Wait, stop! Get out of my head, stop it!

Rise and shine, Mr brine rise and rhyme
My friend my

the thrill of the closest shaves
Barely dive out the way of the falling rocks
My heart stops, when a crawlton decides to pop
So i bop him in the face

my wrist out the window
I'm showin' off
When you get the bag, you supposed to ball
A real boss make his own protocol
The Glock always close to my balls

and get em engaged

When I don't feel alive I keep my eyes to the sky
Best believe when i make it i keep my friends by my side
And that list is closed on it

Enjoying my time, I will not ever think twice
Collecting the rings and get to the emeralds in the same night
I gotta get money and you know these

and test him
Im gorgeous them pennies look sick
Classical seven get cautious when waving that sig
Know who you pressing
Its rawness fresh out of the zip

by the games that you playing that you is a bitch
I don't fuck with no lames
You gon' get served when we come in sage
Your bitch gave me top on the top

Daylight Hours

Infusion

Boogybytes, Vol. 1

2006

and give and love and feel
Don't you get my drift
Did you get the pack
Did you get the set 
Did you get the joke
Did you get the outcome
My stuff's

and my style full of grace
I can bet you sly and fake by that smile on your face
Tell me why you tryna play like a child on a date
I'm a white sage, light

you can't take it out the team, Ty my dealer
Mama's crib in sweats and slippers
Hit the weed It don't get realer than me
The clock done cut it's red