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reap what I sew travel the lonely road
Avenging Jim Casey like a knight in the light
And bring the greedy to their knees the wrath of the people’s plight

can't move now
Days passing by can't say how
My tears got me looking all smooth now
Dripping like the ocean ayy
I can offer you a portion
Or you don't

day that's a fact
Know its real Turn your girl to a fan bet that
Hott wings Blue cheese up here yeah that's crack
Southbound on the 219 Its a Home Game

day later, stacks in my hands
Some bust it down, some sell it by grams
Either cook it up and in the pots and pans
Meet you at the airport on the Airtram

Skwad Training

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

learn (I'm high)

I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps

Sun comes up... another a new day... for the neighbors of Columbine / From Waterton Canyon to Chatfield’s dam... balloons are pepperin’ the sky /

And what did you do afterwards Sandy?
SWell i'll tell you Jim, I- I took the knife and stabbed him 37 ti
Well, this here is a fully automatic,

day link the bros but its always love when we check in
Sometimes gotta ride clean not everyday carry the machine
Not everyday link the wife Jim jams

and be killed I’ll be damned 

Pinocchio jealous I’m really that man, process that bar and then process again, crossing the road was all part of the plan,

Guyana
And I'm glad he made it
And my Grandma met Jim Jones
He said that glitter gold, she had to hit the road
Said little baby
I'm just tryna reach

Uhh, we gon' get either way
Eye to eye with all my plugs, never met em' till this day
We gon' send em' for that ride, lift em' to the pearly gates

MVP

Rittz

Top of the Line

2016

But it ain't shit to me 'cause breaking them off is just like a day at the office
And I don't mean the local paper supply get it?
Dwight, Jim
My

you Really busy your ass
We don't gotta lot of time so you Gotta move fast
So many people kill time by just Watchin time pass
The other day i had

reality drunk
The two by fours and three by fours the six by nine
I'm pushing the grind I'm putting the time up
So you get yours while I get mine

Pull up on your bitch like wait
Still talking slick like wait
Nigga on the road, my escape
Humble as a bitch, but not today
Riding through the 6

Purse Snatchaz

Onyx

All We Got Iz Us

1995

Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars

Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large
Big pockets

The other day someone said I was fake
I nearly lost my mind i'm out on a grind
For what? I put in so much time for what?
The fame don't impress me
I'll still

shots pop, you get your top hit (brr)
We doin' drive-bys, we listenin' to Pac shit (boom boom boom)
Hah, stay in your lane, bro, that's all we sayin'

MY DADDY CRY
HE WAS STANDING BY THE ROAD WAVIN' GOODBYE
AND HE SAID SON,

		ALL ROADS LEAD HOME
Chorus-I	THOUGH WE MAY BE MILES APART
		JUST FOLLOW

So I Hit the road tryna make a dollar
Just a young man with a gift
And I'll really never understand the power
That my mind brings any wish
I was

they were tryna run me over 
•I had to jump out the road,(yeeeaaahhh)
Then I had to start this shit over

Verse 1 [6LACKMOSES]
•they were tryna Run Me

We getting money over here
What you doing over there
Ice bright road flares
We pop bottles you pop beers
We getting money over here
What you doing

"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"

"At a youth club in South London 
Not far from

into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin' weights readin' ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned