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Brings|Sunshine, Raining Days, Cloudy Skies|Still Be By Yourside, Through Every Season||Deep Down It Hurt Inside|Deep Deep Deep Down It Hurt Inside[3]|Through Every
cool, get your money, but i'm gone break it to the left
Chorus x3
[Wildstyle]
They said this nigga wasn't gone come up, just run up wit his bad ass
word to three stacks
So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
Wu-Tang, get the cream, Sinatra 'gon reign supreme
Hoping your mental get out
on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, godfather iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is
run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back
When I'm full of 'gnac, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga,
pressure
I need you to take this pain away
Tell them Get out of my face
Like, leave me alone
I feel my heart finna break
At the crib by myself, I had
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Baby on my mantle
Sitting in my picture frame
Cigarettes deep in my pocket
Calling out my name
Who you wanna ball Mayne
Top down baby drop
It so
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
opened up his back
Three more to go, what was four deep
Who were sent on a mission to put him to sleep
He dipped in a Benz, bein pursued by a van
Picked up
D.E.E.P.
[Chorus: x2]
[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill
lost)
You've been confused by the things that you've felt
(I've found myself lost)
Deep in your mind there's something breaking free
(I've found myself
still get my name wrong
After cheefin' reefer 23 rips out the same bong
Jeepers creepers cheeba's got me lifted till my brain's gone
Smokin' sour by
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches
outside but they be quick to text or snap me tho
Fuck yo bro get at me hoe
Post by that store, yo momma home, I'm by that shit
Opps got fake gold where u
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin' motherfuckers, get your money, sing
need questions
(What was that?)
But I need space
(What's wrong with you?)
I don't want to
(Why do you always)
Make a scene
3, 1
3, 1
3, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1
and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.
Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for
You’ll never let me go I’ve got deep issues
Cause I know sometimes
I dey fall your hand
Said I know sometimes
I get distracted by these lies
But
Emotions gone, don't love a soul and fuck they feelings
Been plotting on success, everyday pray we get them millions
And I got all these scars that I
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