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no soul (none)[01:29.82]The ones that live by no code[01:31.52]Don't be standin for shit, type to sell you out cold[01:34.12]I put my heart in this

The Dead Body Man

Insane Clown Posse

The Terror Wheel

1994

the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn
Drag 'em

you off home
Keep a fuck nigga mad, he ain't know what I'm on
Really in the trenches with my hitters moving zones

Really came from nothing, had to get

the blunt
Smokin I dont give a fuck
Got a good stomach
Im throwin these hunneds and fifties 
So fuck throwin up
My life feel like a movie
Bottles and blunts

phonics
Don't break my word am I don't break my promise

Don't fuck with snakes cause they prey on yo pockets
She don't want me she  just loves how I got it

made a buck with me
How much you putting on this giffy sir? Try 150
I keep this shit up pretty soon ill be done touched 50

Taught my self how to jugg i

the same position as me
F*ck them ni**as them ni**as don't want no issues with me nah
I hope you gettin' yours cause I'm gettin' mine
Otherwise you get

Its a sale with the Cat o 9 tales I'm a
Whack you with my bat get you stabbed up with its nails
Homemade with the 50 shades of blades getting
Sliced

more[00:45.00]When you kicked me to the door, that shit hurt to the core[00:47.35]Alone on the street, I don't know anymore[00:50.28]I might go insane with all this

when we blow up, please don't give out your hand

We made 50 a piece, that's 150
I know deep down, nobody fucking with me
I remember when no one ain't

though)
I'm really poppin', let's keep it a bean
I'm from Philly, say what do you mean?
You the type bitch, I don't wanna be seen
If we fuck, don't

Bottle Service

Y.G.

4REAL 4REAL

2019

the fuck out the motherfucking way
I'm tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I'm tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain't flyin'

my neck last
Time I checked you need me
That boy be puttin' shit to rest
I guess these niggas need sleep
Please don't pop out with no vest
It's neck

nigga
Fuck with the team 
Pay the price, nigga
Money gets buried 
Like life's end 
Don't you think we be rolling 
With knives, nigga (Nah)
The first day I

cause fuck that yo
I gotta make sure my dough multiply

Crimes I commit heinous
Y'all niggas is brainless
You tied up at gun point, flinch
Make you famous

like she with me 
Beat the bitch down she get nothing now she shitty

If you gone do a crime do it by itself
I been on my grind I don't need no help 
You

meet it's your turn to sit in the backseat
Can't fuck with no critic who's trashy you're lucky to have me
Just look as I run up a beat like Usain dash

your job is demanding
But, I only got me one life to live
You only got about six shots to give
And I got a big AK with a 50-round clip
So why should we

pass it to the gents but still I'm never gonna Vent
Fifty With the Cent
That nigga is a G but Crab is like a bullet Curtis prolley wouldn't Take

Please

(Off my boo, off my boo, yeah) 
If you don’t Imma shoot 
(I’m a shoot, I’m a shoot, yeah) 
Like fuck why you so cute 
(You so cute, you so cute, yeah)

You don't have to believe a word that I say yeah that's alright
My people they know me they know what I've been thru
That's why they stand by my side

(business)
I used sneak in the club with a lil' .22
I got in with the strap in my tennis
Eighty percent of these rap niggas bitches
So fuck what you think

Hit em with a slick bar, sit back
I bet you never would assume that I could
Fool with the rap
But when the bass line drops on me
Imma relax
Like I

Few that stuck with me
Imma keep it brief
Don't fuck with me
I'm with the killers and dealers
And cut throat gorillas
Nah there ain't no luck with me