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Margiela, YSL, Raf, Ricky, too
Red Bottom, shit she do for bloody shoe
Rock bottom, spike his drink
Get a card to the room watch is slowed down
Tie him up

Little kids hustle foods
Tryna fill their tummy's
And, every kid's seen a gun
When you go to places
Like Iraq and Afghanistan
While kids over here think

that you got four fours
But you won't buss them
You've got too much heart
I only use spades and clubs in war
Need to roll with a new pack
Your cats say

MY MUSIC IS 99 CENTS AND TOO LONG/
SO GO AHEAD AND POP IT IN ON YOUR WAY TO THE RALLY/
NOBODY BLACK STAGE THERE, WE ALL LIVE IN THE VALLEY/
HIDDEN

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

say I'm buggin', I'm doin' too much
Baby, you niggas ain't doin' enough
Need to get back and it's gon' be severe
Wasting my head is the one that I fear

mean to puzzle you
Thinking too much is trouble, you
Writing this type of shit and you'll
Get the L not the W
Want that next shit, raw, triple-X shit

I’ll bet it fuckin’ does
Given the circumstances that should
Not amount to much how could you do it on my
Turf in my own home, to my own kids
On what's

and throw money out the sunroof

Sittin' in the coupe so high
On some other shit
Having simple thoughts of this and rappers
For the fuck of it
I had too much

I'm what you're lacking

Me and my dogs ain't 
New to the gun clapping 
Stashing all the macs up 
In a place where we be trapping 

Living by the street

the cartridges 
We decide if peace reign we nuh care a who the party is 
Look like you a drink too much rum!
Don't forget the power of the slum
Zozo can't stop

the fuck away from me nobody do it better
One two three I descend to the nether
Iced out fangs in the frostbitten weather

By now, I've put too much stock in

shoot you with the harpoon
Dumb niggas getting caught up talkin' too much on them smart phones
That house is in the thick of things, that's where we go

persecute
Do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the fuckin'
Law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you
Claim to be aren't you?
Too

Good Timez

Big Syke

Big Syke Daddy

2001

remember hanging out playing truth or dare
Cowboys and indians, ring your bell and run
When the only thing we sprayed was water guns
We didn't have much so

병신들 전세를 찬다
개 아님 돼지 또 새대갈 조선에
내 주옥같은 가산 too much information
Ooh yeah, 세계 돌아 두 탕 천 ayy
거지 같은 metaphor 
꼴에 그거를 팔고 써 
Fuck that 비디오래 굳이 안 봐도
이런 놈

of nasty soldiers,
Now I hold heat, carryin' that weight on my shoulders.
The way that I've been raised is too much to get over,
The way the streets have

outside (twirl)
Down it get into
What you want to get into
I got rid of the gun
It had too much stains
It had hella residue
Jackin' my drip, had

on an otherwise ordinary ??? afternoon
Inside the van standing by for the signal at the corner of ??? & ??? Avenue
I give the cue (Oo)
and I filled our water guns

can't fight
There's too much evil in people
To hold a gun without crime
Everyday I get a feeling
That this love is a fake
Can't help myself being paranoid

One fine summer’s morning
Just as day was dawning
I sailed out of Galway to cross the wild sea
My home left behind me 
No friends to stand by me

Sitting in a dress
I don’t know too much
I’m trying to fit around
In a place so dull
So I’m gonna hit the streets
Where I’ll learn to play
In these

want the fame so much so it's something you will never see
She's clubbing every week, that's suttin' I will never breed
My own friends stole my gun

I'm a Pisces

Andre Nickatina

Cocaine Raps

you talk too much, pass the blunt
I'm tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncut
I got no time to be a crybaby fool
Forgive me, but they got me