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ratchet
My next stop gone be jail
Before I be carried by 6 I let em judge me by 12
I'm calling home from my cell
Still screaming fuck 12
How I'm supposed

you 
What this song means
Van Halen wrote it
But they don't know what it means
 
This is the story
Of a 12-year-old-boy
A 12-year-old boy
From Northwest

tryn make me a plan
I'm in the trap tryn make me a band
Dime bag on me Servin hand to hand
My lil nikka wit me I make him a man
I told quad Don't fall

to mine[00:55.98]When it's dark[01:00.89]And the sun comes shining through[01:12.20]But the dark will make it's way back to you[01:49.61]And girl the city lights, on you,

a spliff

12 on my ass tryn make some paper for the penn

Not to

Aye 
Money in my jeans

Like It’s hereditary

Ballin out

Tell em keep the secondary


My

don't give a fuck
If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
Stand up
You don't want to see the triggerman bust
Hit you and your mans up, make it

y'all, uhh
Uhh, uhh, yo (Check it out!)

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil' Cease get raw

Do you know what music is?

Music moves the world

Music inspires geniuses

Music is what makes your heart live

The music takes you out of any

Thug Luv

2Pac

Screwed Out

1998

to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,

Thug Luv

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War

1997

to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,

Thug Luv

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Hip Hop Story [Soundtrack]

2003

to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,

"Hell yeah"
Y'all only be poppin' out here to clock 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs, I can't take no more
Catch you

the deal I took a year out of uni, 
Especially so I could work on my music, 
But at the same time I need some money, 
Studio time ain't cheap

So now I'm

Habit

Jump, Little Children

Magazine

1998

quit, yes they know
But where the hell would they go?
They're like me, in a bind
Don't you see?
Love ain't blind
I could make a habit out of you

Friday night in my hometown
Ridin out to the ole party spot
Got the 12 gauge on the back rack
Loaded up with some buckshot
Got a shawty hotter than

cerebral. A cathedral in my temples like I’m Shirley. 4: Poke my chest out like I’m Kirby. All my bitches bad and curvy.

VERSE 1:
1: Had to make a pussy

a crown

Does it make you feel better to know you shut me out?
I sold my part for what it's worth 
Yours only paid for shallow doubt 
Scattered debt across

sober
Kick her out than act like I don’t know her
Disappointed cause I know that pussy so good
Tryna make sure that I keep my family straight
If you wanna

running up dollars
I make a play and then get out the way
He fumble that bag then my youngins gone take it
I ride with them Zoe's yeah shout out them

made it out kept his safe in my closet
Satan throw hurdles one by one I hop it
The Lord gimme signals no way he can stop it
No curses I block em
If

just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
I'd always end up starry eyed and cross legged on the floor
Hanging onto every word; man, the things I

Comic relief, comic relief, comi-comi

Comic relief, isn't that what we're all searching for
I can't seem to find my out of this long and dreadful

Aye
Gaz
JediGang what up
Ey, oh, ey

See me in Boston like more than a feelin'
I'm getting lost in the vision
Get off my rod, you're not fishin'
This

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing

Fear of repentance
Wanna make it to heaven with the fear of acceptance (Acceptance)
Loving my God, but I