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& This is like Kanye West through the wire
I Mix this shit up like it's jambalaya
I splash everyday I need new atire
My weed get dropped off by an Uber

i'm up in the club still getting carded
But once i put my flow on
Let me in and wait for me to get started
Take your seat now because soon you'll both

required
Pardon all the gems that I drop
But death is for certain living is not
Gotta turn it up once in a while
Chop and screw it for my niggas down south

rite up them jeans
Twirlin that ass lookin like I’m hypnotize by a washin machine
This shit is so crazy; this bitch is so amazin
Every nigga in tha club

conform I make the beats
I write the bars
I mix the heat
Don't need a Dre
Or six to creep
Up the charts
This white boy speaks
But he don't squeak
Fuck

so many
Dont worry bout ammo i always got plenty
And if i run out arrows these hands are ready
In a night club and i drop the bass low
The green arrow

cooked for nine
Tan been kinda weak this past three, I had to mix it up
Fifteen ain't too bad, call up the guys, they come to pick you up
Murder him,

giving the mouth
We see a opp and this gun gettin loud
Up at function we airing the crowd
Sending em up no they ain't coming down
Think that we punchin

Street Rules

Skillz

From Where???

1995

cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh)
Fulfullin cream dreams, takin niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga (why?)

and theyre all gorgeous.
Came to'em had a mean fortress,
A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet.
My gun collection is big in the Adolph section,
My

I'm always down to meet
Make sure ya Pull up on runnels street
I'll give you something that ya ex nigga can't compete
Ya I'm that nigga
4am in Houston

got new ones
No fake ones trust no one
It's Boy better know till I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde

Cause man get money with the gang

On the dance floor baby girl its just you and me, baby its you and me.

(Verse 2)
Wine down low, imma catch you here when you come back up.
Take it slow, i aint

Nowadays I really can’t take love
I seen you shake up
Stop acting like a bitch
Go ahead and take off ya make up
I’m finna ape up
You dragging me down
So it

just throw sum ropes up
Im bout to lay that smack down
Beat that from the back now
Remember how to act now
Took her to the top
And kept flying past apex

to count it up before I see the grave 
And I’m still feeling down I don’t never feel okay 
Not talking suicide but sometimes a n**** want to get away 

He

Right Now

Made Men

Classic Limited Edition

1999

that, to gun battlin with a switch blade
Hits blazed (hits blazed), shits played in the club
Get mix tape love, so you know it ain't a fake
Was bustin you

Brand New

Rhymefest

Melo 5.5 Mixtape

2005

kid!"
Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club - and look who I get it poppin' with
Me and 'Ye go back like crew cuts
He hook me

All the way in Kentucky
The way I mix and mingle
Leave you bilingual and bingle
The DJ don't wanna play my
New single it's cool
I'm crawling down his

the opps 
I just wish for some peace 
Conversations with God
And they locking us up, and we chopping us down
Too much blood on these crowns
They be firing

out
Do this shit by myself with no hand outs, Yeah
Meko and J.T.S! back on the track now
If you wanna come try me I might call up Masi, you know I could

sounding hard as hell, got that shit sent through the mail
Bust it down and crack the seal, hit the block and catch a sale, baby, I don't kiss and tell, call

it's urgent, my nerves need the cannabis lit
Pulling up to the club in my sandals again
It is what it is, I've been handling it
Got a vision, a mission,

in a Honda , he left in a hurst

I got them ones ima fuck up the club
Rich nigga don't step on my rug
I don't sell no more but I'm still the plug
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