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never be a hater towards another man
And imma call it how i see it ain’t no second hand
Cause i will never get information from no one else
Just because u

I'm out here gang banging straight thugging
Hands up don't shoot even though I'm wearing a hoodie
Hoodie on like I'm Trevon
Out here grinding

Uh
Yo
Fuck it, yo yo
Snatch the mic from em ah 
Give it back snatch it again then I'm gone with the wind 
I won't come back for ya you better keep up

And is here to narrate
Haters, I know
You’ll still be doing
Ya thing so fuck it
Here it is
Never lived the ghettos
Never knew what it was like
But life’s

I'm good off the steak, grew up by the ocean can't swim in no lake
You go through the motions I'm stealin the plays
Look at the Cinnamon Wraith, fit in

Uh yeah Youngsta
Maloon The Boom Y Fi uh
Lames never used to like us
Now they tryna do it like us
I’m so inspired ya

Warmer than a kangaroo pouch

finally breaking out this shell
Sometimes I don't feel right so I just ride by myself
Imma work it out but first I gotta figure out the problem
Quit asking

It's 2015
A New Age of Hip Hop...

If you bump it, then they pump it
If it's jumping, then we'll come in
It's all or nothing, put ya heart in
If you

got a crush on a girl
She got her hair in a curl
Grab her by hand and I twirl
Just like a coconut swirl
But I got a thing with her feet, uh
I got

I don't play with demons
Cum guzzle on some semen
When I pop in your region
Stand up, allegian(ce)
But they sayin', "Where she from?"
I heard

despise this
Going against me, it ain't the wisest
No more surprises, I've been here the flyest
Admired by those on my own hand written die list
It always

When I wake up in the morning,
And I know it's just one of those days
When the whole world's against ya,
And nothing seems to go your way
You'll ask

the bodies piling at my door
I told her all connections to my heart
Are dead I'm living poor
Shotta like madmax chop ya hand but smoke a fat one
Rasta gas me

Your sad, sick heart destroys the art of all the world behold

Got to hand it to ya, you play the villain well
When there ain't no Hell for sinners

Too much going on therapy won't help
I've been lost all on this road I gotta find myself
I gotta do this on my own and play the hand that's dealt

me high, I gotta have it
Shoot up smoke it sniff it terrific I'm gifted 
Doing stick ups without a biscuit
Just to get the cash at last a megeblast

Bang Loose

WC

Ghetto Heisman

2002

Do the damn thing
My niggaz bang loose

Nigga make way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider
Original bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks

Get beat by your master when you can't behave
Only thing they got in common, they tryna get paid
See money is a thang, cause I know with money I could

Intro:
Aye turn me up nigga. Look. Yeah.

Verse1:
Boy you don't know what you up against
Imagine if New Jack rose from the grave and touched a pen
I

I wouldn't need more

Bitch put your hands down
I'm getting tired of giving out handouts
Think I'm the shit now
You want that feature
Get hit with

you fight then get your ass beat
You still my nigga
But if you scared of them hands and
Get to runnin', I ain't with ya, ayy
One phone call, my shooters

I'm fin' be straight up at ya do'
By the time he made it there
Them rocks was meltin' lookin' old
Man this shit here gotta go
He gave it back

you don't want no part in it
Your keys, toss 'em in the bowl by the window
Along with inhibitions
Roll it up in cigarillo
Long forget the fools

And hold hands just like we're supposed to
But last night you slept on the sofa
And these days I don't even know ya
We fight like hell but nobody knows