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Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he

Ring
Withdrawal the hunnids from the bank, just to throw him in the box spring
We live a different type of life, everyday could be a shopping spree

a C-note
Wiggin' out, I'm givin' out free smoke
Hater love to doubt ace
I live in the kitchen baking pound cakes
Supreme clientele, never clout chase

about that action
Whole life ahead of me I'm trying to live it by the fraction
Kick it with me I guarantee to bring you satisfaction

I walk in party

i was blessed with
If i wasnt right id be be a leftist
I got the banger tunes we who the best is
Chemicals sparkin when i speak im the chemist
Mix it

your man's and them
I be jumpin' in the whip with
One of my friends, 'Cause I
Can do bad, b-bad by my damn self
I'm a hustler baby, don't need your damn

You Don't Want Drama

Eightball & MJG

Crunk Hits

2005

yo wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' yo body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E

There's gotta be something else to live for
No doubt
Fuck shitty pop songs
The ones by children of rich parents
And the ones all written by the same dude

on the whip, take a trip to see paradise
Come from a strip where it's lit, yeah the barrel life
Live low in the cab like I'm Pablo using the satellite
Bandits

won't be sunny
Independence I do declare
Go to the strip club, throw it in the air
Now this is rare
Lifes not fair, that's why I stay prepared
Sydney

the mix
Make your head bobble when I'm playing my shit
When I'm playing my shit
When I'm playing my shit
Bitch I'm lit
Going full throttle taking chugs not

that I'm done, that's for life
Abstence myself from these drugs
So that I can just live a new
Life without worrying to die
I'm, twenty seven years old

to live
Is only to give
To all the widows,
To all the sick,
To every hood,
To every kid

Hook:

This ain’t for you this one’s for me
My life back and forth

home by 12


Fake IDs,
Going into clubs
Taking risks,
We ain't forever young Living it up,
Yeah we getting drunk
We a live wi maddest life 
Celebrating

thoughts be crazy
Most the time I'm feelin like
Nothing can save me
Look at me baby
Tell me it's gon be okay 
Promise One day im gonna wake up 
Free from

to be broke and then I looked to god and prayed (straight facts)
Gave me a sign now I move a different way (left and right)
Flew to LA, got 3 houses by

you will be tortured by him and his demons
A life of lust, wealth, power and wars
Isn't better than the whole of the afterlife with love, health,

Hundreds in a club life

(Shit) hundreds in a club life
It's been a 48 straight
Touch down on a late flight
Last night, diamond powder white lines
In

on to your seat
Yea
I'm going balls deep
Aye
I live my life like I'm in a dream
Psilocybin is my time machine
I mix the sprite with some grenadine
I'm talking

Get drag by your feet like shit 
Can’t talk to me or sit wit us 
Yea we go hard we work meticulous
You gotta be real if you gon mix wit us
It’s only you

to the youth
Be free
But don't you lose
The price of your life ain't a price you choose
Tell em the sad truth
You can't succeed if you seem uncouth
Learn from me

myself

Tryna live through hell
Life's just a show and tell
And it ain't all good just by yourself
Nobody else
I'm tryna love yoooooouuuuu-
But I hate

you say
You say
You say

Intruder intruder
They smuggling the buddha
They takin yo jobs by
Pickin yo food up
They takin your scraps and
They leaving you

guns that break bones
Beef with me you take home to your family
Bullets fly randomly
Wet you like hard rain
Bravehearts gangbang

[Verse 2b: Nas]
Yo last