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needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

Get Some Crunk in Yo System

Pastor Troy

Twanked Out Down South

2004

niggas get excited 
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot 
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it 
Gun's I collect em, gun's

wrongs make a right
Let me take you by the arm, I'm alligator-like (bite her arm)
Gal, I waited all my life for you, heart is racin' like Talladega

Likwidation

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

money lay ya 
And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel 
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin' 
They gun with a story to tell,

Likwit Ridas

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

them haters, don't want to see you excel 
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin' 
They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press

I didn't think I'd have to write this yet
But have you seen the morning news
I’m the happiest man in my hometown
Ruled by racist country

baby lungs
But don't you worry baby
I'll die before I'm 21
And I'm writing you this song, and every time you listen to it
You'll cry because I'm gone

the Vetti[00:43.89]Young nigga walk round that bih with the stick by my belly[00:47.57]Walk in that bih with exotic they know that I'm smelly[00:51.21]I get the pack from

I got to many problems
Let alone the way you make me feel
You know I wish I could solve them
What's it going to take to help me deal
You got your 21

Dummy flashin guns on the Gram, Damon Arnette
Been going hard for 21, Kevin Garnett
Everybody wanna slide but they ain't got a car yet
Feel like i'm way

baby[00:52.24]Yeah[00:53.59]Flow just like a wake and bake[00:55.21]Get it right every time, it's no mistakes I make[00:58.41]Hot, like the weather is fine[01:00.36]I'm sitting by

get my hands on him
Says Dad
You bet I'll fill him in
Oh yes he's dead
They roam up and down
the old A21
Tooled up
And someone's got a gun
Price on his

I ain't got time bitch leave
Posted in your hood I got the keys
Really out here in these streets
Sacred Summer '21 this year we finna be elites, like

they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns

they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns

chillin' by the pool, but I keep it cool, like I'm Ben and Jerry 
Got my guns out at the beach cuz I just be livin' like Larry
Swear that I ain't doin' much

My gun I'll never forget that
My gun I'll never forget that
She ain't been here long, already finna get put out
Don't be crying cus' I ain't called

at em so what you gonna do when them hips start swingin
They call em gun slingers
Yeah, we see them girls
We count about 10 of them
Rockin back & forth,

fly over China
I'm with my fighters
Eight legs like a spider
If these niggas wanna try us
Bust his papaya
Bang, bang, he expire
Goin' 80, movin' fire

stanking' up the floor
Big dog nigga who gon' run the whole town
Cut off that lil nigga who gon' gun them all down
Jiggin' in this bitch, I'm in my city, yeah

ain't keep it
Don't fuck with the water, nigga, I be seasick
Your gun got took, nigga, you can't retrieve it
You live by the book, nigga, you is a bitch

was young
Hard-living sarcastic sharp-tongued son
Of a gun and I am my father's son

By 1981, Dad's life had grown messy
Then a woman named Ramona came

by a friend ‘cause he said he thought it might help!

And I believe in 21-pound notes
and there’s a one-way tube to John O’ Groats.
And I believe

(Many times upon a time, told many times over, by the many people affected)
(There was a young child, with a story behind 'em)
(But this right here,