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Big Dreams

Game

Crack Addiction LA

2008

enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas

The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm

could lose
I am living 3 dreams I need like 40 hour days
If only I could lose
The world at my feet every shot is a goal
If only I could lose
I had

these things that never be what they seem
She been actin' like a pearl
I'm just an old man in the sea

Forty hour week and I spend it on my hand
Follow me

sippin that red Sprite by the lake
My diamonds all real there is never a fake
F*cking yo b*tch ain't no date
Go ahead an go run it won't change yo fate

All my friends they want me dead
And I just wanna get out of my head
And all I really want is this pain to end
Broke, Down bad, with the 40 to my

getting high with the demons
I fell in love with this drug I been feening
Sipping codeine pour a eight in the liter real slow yeah
Forty on me you get shot

I'm at the top now
They all be jealous I'm up now
.40 by my side in case someone trynna run up
Okey
I cannot fuck with these hoes
I just walked in get

show u where you where to look
Nigga act hard til his chain got took
Niggas in the stu tryna change my hooks

Stu time for low hit my line we can book

to change but you dead broke, stuck to the scale...

Plus your stupid ass ballin, never saved no bail... 

Now you locked up tellin niga,

69 shit...

Like

(Uhhh uhhh woahh)
How you hate on the gang and want be us
Gotta kill us cause they can not beat us
I told forty keep rolling them beaters
Need

It’s been 40 Cloudy Days 40 Nights
And i Cannot See The Light
So i take My Time
I try
To Keep a bullet out my brains
I’m Living on A Line
Of insane

silly)
D Rose
I got a lot on my mind
Hold it together my baby in time you gone shine
Looking for help wasn't no one to find
All by myself started writing

goes
Wasn't none of them niggas around, shorty
Now I'm on my king shit, C.R.E.A.M. shit
Eagle wing shit, bubble a high beam shit
Give 'em that dope that

cruisin'
Them backwards E's a movement
We cruisin' through the 8-1-2
Stoppin' down in Haynies
In a 40 drinkin' 40s
We representin' Cheaney
Slidin' through

blaaast)
They burnin' theyself out
They runnin' outta things to say
So they rely on WHO! E-40 Belafonte
The innovator, the king of the yay
The money

Back from the Dead

Kid Rock

The Polyfuze Method

1993

of my sweatshirt 

Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon 
I started out

yeah (no way)
If you from the gutter, you gon' read the signs, yeah (okay)

I never talk to police, I got me a bad bitch and she straight from Belize,

And you say
I been walking like a dead man
I don't believe what I see in my hands
Blood lust
Better stay as far as you can
By any means I'll achieve

There's about forty days between
Thanksgiving and New Years
It used to always be my very
Favorite time of the year
But years pass, things change

crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my

the shine when I'm passing by your door oh my god yeah 

You can't take my head down 
30 50 40 Milli when I pull up baby go low
All my days I'm balling

never take an L nigga
Rather be a stoner cuz the smoke I think it help
Rather be the only one I do it by myself
I know I'm the chosen one I do it for

and 1 shoe
Im a long way from where I used to be

Silly what we gotta do just to survive
They pay us by the hour but want our whole life
U work 30, or 40

cheese u can dip who be the cream maker
The smoke here I change from the good to the worst thing
Never turn ur back on ur mans that be first thing
We join