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to the Ghost
Gun by my side, don't need no ho
I don't need you
Why the fuck did I pull up at all?
She popping pills like they Adderall
Fame and the money, I had

Yo, it's simple murder but not incorparated
Homicide musically orchestrated big Syke
The government don't know that name I go by
I'm so high pit

anything i'll tell you somemore
Now im snitching on the whole boulevard
I just better walk home by the morning

Then he proceeding to talking while they

movement don't mean shit in motion
Can't put it past em when you quiet they make loud assumptions
I got this g inside my jeans but hit real bloods to gun em

be smokin' OG by the whole zip, then i walk in the studio and make a whole hit.
Niggas can't hold this, if it's drama then we pin you down in the alley

follow (smokin' all deads)
They know it's forty-one ways to get paid
I got a baddie, she look like Mulatto (grrah-grrah, boom, bitch)
Wit' the legs,

a big head?
I got twenties and fifties and hundreds
That shit just look real pretty when I spread
Go spend 'bout forty or fifty on guns
If them

My Hood

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin

wanna jump him

Put him in the spot,

now watch 40 Dayton niggas stomp him

I play for more then keeps

so if we beef, then bitch don't sleep

'cause I

I'm Topboyty screaming fuck a nigga it's whatever Smoking blunts by my self talking to The devil

The last nigga he got popped for all that insta

the ops is fun
I do the shit one by one
Fuckin yo bitch she a dike
We in uk call it nike
Shootin at opps goodnight
Hit em in the head no lice 
Pull up wit

a thousand times, a hero dies but once
And they say envy gets you killed like we don't die by guns
Put everything on the line, I really bet the most
My niggas

like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga

[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n*gga)

this
I won't let you take nothing from me It ain't nun just to murk a nigga
And I can't trust nobody, so I'm cruisin
Ridin' by myself
I took my losses

I was chilling by the bank
A nigga got a cash flow
A nigga gotta bank clothes like salvation
With a mass flow of amalgamation
That's duo
Everything

DO 

WHEN EVERYBODY HcTE ON U





VERSE 1

WHEN I WcS YOUNG 

I USE TO HOLD MY TONGUE 

THEN I WENT TO THc cRMY 

NOW I BUSS MY GUN

I DON HcD ENOUGH

drown  
Hold your breath the waves are crashing down

Forty five on my lap empty fifth under the seat so I'm probably swerving
Wrong side of the road

Across 110th Street [Original Version]

Pretty Tone Capone

Across 110th St. [Single]

1993

On the block they say I did it for fun, well
Niggas got done on the one by a gun shell
Bounce in a Benz or a jet-black dope BM
Light up the choke buddah blunt

My Side of the Tracks

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

30 frat boys walk in collars popped
40 bangers walk in the collars drop
they stomped, its a romp
they about to call in the cops
then i come

Nackmandela be hittin' Japan and shit (uh-huh)
Son, I got at least two bad bitches OnlyFans clickin' (gettin' money)
You would've tell by the look of my trap

I don't want yo love none of it
I came with 40 with a gun up in the clip
I ain't cappin boy I'm really with that shit
Yo dad a bitch boy and you a son

Yo, I got the missions on runs
To visit the slumps
Forties a whole roll of weed
Small whole day loans
The black long roadsides to the
Clips of my

ain't no 60-40 deal
I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still
That mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold
They

that we bought
It's the stories of the lives of the people we forgot

He was a 40-year-old army colonel and a dad
Served his country in two wars, gave it