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the high score
You better settle down 'cause you're not on my level now
The Pros is semi-circle, they can tell the world you get around
Some niggas

beta have more den 
33 rounds 
Deese hollow 
Burn u down 
Check Dat 
It ain't no retreat 
When I blow off 
Dat heat 
I'ma roast all dat beef 
U can't

at ease (I'm free)
Came up this side and chose that side
My nigga, that's fine by me
My nigga, that's cool with me (ah)
But you ain't moved Mum out

something was off by the way he was knocking 
Get knocked off, knock it off
Yellow horses on my white socks (Polo)  
White Tommy button down tucked 

I'm

yours?
School of hard knocks of a college you walk on
Swing and shake can't relate to the youth today
They use tools to solve problems what our hands

talk, they listen, hear fasho
I ice my ears, then ice her toes
I guess that shit just how it go

I walk in, they can't let me go
Pass her too, bro, that's

sweet, He get cut like some cake
If you die by the gun then I guess that's your fate (Like Hollup)

Every opp shot, Can't lack, We whack
Man that nigga

the same I like competition 
I a do it 2 u while u up knock you down then help that ass up I’m a stone cold nigga

I ain’t wit da rah rah dat who got more

(creep with me)
As I roll you down the dimly lit
Ever tinted streets of Compton
A place where niggas throw
Grenades in the cemetery
I don't even get it

to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I even kill

grudges But it's up until i die
Mind on a hunnid
Wanna know
Cant tell you why
I just smoke my weed
And make these tracks
How i get by
Niggas i don't know

turn to wild sex, wild sex turn to foreplay
A normal bitch from Philly very rare to find one
Because they be knock-up, drug up, and wife up
She found me

clientele cause it's whatever keep em coppin
Some niggas cool with barely getting by & I can't knock em
But with 1 life to live maintaining just ain't

AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many

warrior (warrior), I done slept on concrete beds and all (and all)
Got tears fallin' down (down), you can't tell behind the collect calls (you can't)
If I

proud but all they think is I'm a mistake
I can't show them what I am if they think I'm a mistake
All they keep doing is putting me down
I cant show

and again
Like Jenga pieces
Knock the block off
All these niggas be band-wagons
Get ‘em blowed on some
Trumpet shit
We be pushing up on ‘em
They be doin them

world
And I don't want no help, from the truth I can't help
All by myself, in my own world And I ain't lost at all, I feel like I lost it all
Down on my

I'll ball about ya
I'll build this shit from the ground up, be a boss about ya
Straight floss about ya
And they gone knock my ass down but i wont stop

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Zac Brown Band

Pass the Jar: Live from the Fabulous Fox Theatre in Atlanta

2010

hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It was a time I remember, oh, so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
All the bells

Like a modern day Nilsson...
Without the tunes

I'll take a dozen of drinks at the old saloon

Rack em' up, knock em' back
Be in bed by noon

Can't

what a nigga gotta say
Bitch i made it (uh)
You are cordially invited, can't knock us
We them guns for the rosters
Fully loaded pistols for imposters
We

Love is far, can't see
They keep giving remedies
All you face is a boat sinking
Full of opportunities to get mad
Living on the edge you see
It

anastomose
What? Overexposed to silly movies
Tried to do a polyphonic prose when i can't even count to 20
Dizzy when you see my weenie, even when you wear