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Bitch I'm gone run up the check to my feet stop 
I'm gonna Follow my heart till my beat stop
Pull up on yo hoe and I get me some T - Top 
Rockin

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

I been sleeping, I was
Whole time, I'm dreamin' 'bout ya
Woke up and it was too late
Good things is gone by
Tuesday morning if you wait too long

grow up to hate me
I'm out of my mind and no one can save me
I wish I

Back when a nigga was jobless
Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself

We Do This

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

hoe niggas sure better keep her
Cause I'm on the prowl, all the time
Tryin' knock every bitch so they all be mine
And I ain't never, ever gone change

Came from 13th trenched block
Gotta make it too fast
Smith and Wesson
My close buddies don't fear a nigga's soul
Shootin sprees by gang
We lost our

something in my heart
I feel forever lost, like I'm a shootin star, here and then I'm gone
Here and then I'm gone
Whats wrong
Whats wrong
Whats wrong, can you

tried me
Got they booth smoked (Ha ha ha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays
He ain't shootin' with that
Seven like he Kukoč

wood
Facts
Yu know how we Bummin my nigga
This big ass 4.0 damn near shootin thru anything
Get fried like uh chicken ring bullets go thru his spleen
Make

baby

Don't miss when me I'm gone baby, don't cry
I think we both know that I'm dead inside
And all of those tears fall till they're dry
I won't feel bad

the right time 
Tried to get you all along
And now we all alone
With crashing waves and shootin' stars

Walkin' on the beach at midnight 
What else could I

Fuck a Friendship cuz you niggas hatin
I thought you'd be Happy that a Nigga made it
Shootin dice, pimpin Hoes, you'd think we'd been to Vegas
Baby

Its a price for shootin at me villains be smokin a new pack
They knowin that i been a demon yall seein me clutchin like who dat
Dont get to close im

shootin' stars, they ride round wit me
Most aim for goals, the others for movies
In a strange world, betrayed on the floor
Mind to the stars, got me shottin'

They plottin on me I can feel it 
Got it on me in the building 

Run up on me 
Hit the KillSwitch 
All my Homeys down to drill shit 
 
Shootin first

with seven .7’s we shootin limitless
Yeah I’m fire your girl steady feeling it 
Fuck a wire we ain on that snitchin shit
I’m on vacay head to Cancun
I

fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed

When I pop out, I go stupid
Bitch, we on the block, slide down, we shootin' movies
I slid ta Tennessee with that shit
And took the safest route, we shut

lit
That's why I'm fuckin' your bitch
Try to take something got me bent
Get to shootin' this bitch like a knick
Nigga block got spinnt

Badass kids boy

and enjoy all the Wins you get
You start somethin dont give up Finish it
Shootin my shot aint gone stop Till im 10 for 10
Practice make perfect da results

Dead and Gone

Cute Is What We Aim For

Punk Goes Pop, Vol. 3

2010

find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Oh oh

I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head

41:19

Public Enemy

There's a Poison Goin' On....

1999

when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it's hot, what they got, forty one shots

Shootin' at OJ
Don't know if he

run up on me, cause im shootin til' its empty (Blrrrrrd)

Shootin like curry, 30 my glock (Swishhh)
Burberry shirt, jeans made by Robins
(Jeans made by

(Tez)
Two months outta the Feds
He ridin' around with Glocks and dreads
Shootin', he gon' hit a head
But there ain't no cheese around
His peeps