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Yeh yeh
I dont know your intentions
Geek up faded up
Stone cold like Steve Austin
Change the scenery
I pop perkys everyday
I accelerate, crome heart

on the block like that boy, Steve Nash
One bag for a gram know that boy get finessed
Imma shoot up your car in an all black vest
Bitches be bugging you know what

I recline and I sit still
Might as well turn up now
He gon' pop up unannounced
To the trumpets do you like the way it sounds?

Light been red, man,

Lyrics:

1.	Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News

you know my pockets C.R.E.A.M.Y.
Peanut Butter Glock on me by my torso
No Call of Duty but this is a warzone
Shoot up the scene like it was a porno
My

to the cake you know my pockets C.R.E.A.M.Y.
Peanut Butter Glock on me by my torso
No Call of Duty but this is a warzone
Shoot up the scene like it was a porno

that Mississippi winds
Way up in them hills, way down in them pines
If your neck's a little red and your winter is green
Get your whiskey from

brick
One by one

One by one
Brick by brick
One by one

This is the end of the empire
On the top of the verdant hill
A great fire roars to the sky

Of the storm
As if all of my life was a trial
I'm bear grylls i share skills
On how to trek hills prepare meals
And get kills when it gets real
I'm a new Steve

I'm a African

Dead Prez

Let's Get Free

2000

Yo turn this motherfucking shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay
Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the house
My nigga D.R.

Nigga the red is for

about where a nigga from
Chopper in the trunk with a hunnid in the drum
Mob a nigga up, then I'm headed to Milan
Gotta catch a flight to catch me

Step by Step

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

honcho like Eastwood  gun in my pancho 

Another bad desperado  trapped inbetween 

the hills and the El Dorados  but you can't do that 

Welcome

veneers for sure
Like I'm in Mordor, tryin to burn the ring up
The black semi knock your block
Off like playin Jenga
Have sex with the whole world just
By

ribbon, looping the purple moor,   
A red-coat troop came marching— 
         Marching—marching— 
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

the house
I wanted to be in the hills so bad
Pulled up Trackhawk 2020, not a Cullinan
If she ain't love me 2020, 2021
I'ma fuck her friend
Said, my heart cold

Big Shrimp

Flatbush Zombies

Vacation in Hell

2018

On my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp
Lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Uh, with a limp, limp
Yeah, uh, yeah

Pistol on my side and I'm

bovine tonight, I said...
Jog, beef, jog
I'm feeling it
Running with these cows just feels right

Running up a hill with a cow
Running down the street with

With what I believed
I became a Dennis ,menace
That lay up seemed easier to finished
A Weak crossover turn that play over
Cost me 23&1 figured by an 8

We Gotta Go Back In

Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin

A fight no one can win,
We gotta go back in.
The Truth is

huh
Raw nigga to step on, look at my landmine
My punchlines don't miss, look at my landmine
Straight from the dirt with them niggas by a landslide
Big

A place where all my troubles wash away
It's a long walk up a hill
About a mile past Gentry mill
I'm smilin' 'cause I'm headed there today

Behind

We're gonna miss you baby when you're gone

Written by Dave Stefanic/Steve Calafati

Spark it up again
Honey, where Chris been
Sabbatical
Radical
Red looking cool
In my little dot reticle
Literal biblical miracle when I get lyrical
Music

Slide up inna Panorama panoramic picturing
Drive by wit clips shooting movies no premiering
I whip the jag at a red light I veer it
Ain't tryna be