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credit bad
I taught them niggas how to fuck like where my credit at
Bitch don't post me on yo IG hoe get rid of that
Gone have them niggas blowing my phone

Fuck bars shouldn't have to write this
A riot by my brothers side I won't deny
I know what the value of human life is
Priceless
No more violence

the champion
Cause he winning I'm winning
Sorry what was your name again?
Itz Critical til the death of it
No question about it
Its Christ that bring out

and the momentum gone
Name forgotten so I had to reinfect their dome
But I could never take the easy way
I bought a crib and left it all just to motherfuckin’

the things she claiming she would do for me

You doing dirt by him, what you gone do to me?

Can’t chance it

I was the one they rush to call when they can’t

Yeah, y'all know who it is by know
Elijah
Yeah
And we just touched 10k followers
I'm happy, I'm grateful, I appreciate y'all
So here's a little track

in the city still high
Everybody from the area together so we ride
2170, all the boys let it go
'Cause we live by the code

Yeah, I grew up, I'm

a soldier, keep it moving like a motor
Cause a bullet don't have no name, only hot heat for yo ass bringing mad pain

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Apathy)
When my man

the rhythm of your heart beat
With a little bit of your energy
Give it it to me like
La la la la la la (yo, check it out, check it out, look)

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Oochie Wally

QB Finest

Westwood Presents, Vol. 2

2001

to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style

Yo we got

Drop That #NaeNae

We Are Toonz

Run This Club, Vol. 2

2014

scared lil' momma Toonz got you

Now this here funky,
Who was the man with the plan my boys up on that
Nae nae what we called it while
Y'all guys out here

Oochie Wally

Bravehearts

Lovin It, Vol. 2

2003

to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style

Yo we got

can't
Tell mе I ain't hood enough
I was in them trenchеs sippin'
Wockhardt by the 4
Melodized my pain now they label me the goat
Yeah got it out the mud,

to make a drink from a drink
That's a worthy toast
Mastermind despite of what you think
I've been certi though
But I don't move like a yout coz I'm 30 yo

the block rocker
The beef starter the street martyr
The Southeast artist murder it regardless
Any name used I murder these lame dudes
Making these garbage

Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad

DC's done this, DC's done that
All this talk on the DC
Gang needs to be

to fill up your tank
I'm getting sick of delays
And it just wish it could wait
It's feeling nothing like love
But we should give it a name
What we gon' call

punishin' all us on purpose
But I'mma play my rolе
Curtains closed till it's fuckin' over
Reap what you sow, check the sco'
Karma do to all ask about Lil 6,

Yo, do we still have
That track "Popular Girls"?
Ah, let's jus let's just finish, click play

All these popular girls
It's almost like they rule

the east
Livin' life fairy tale beauty and a beast
Yo' records don't sell 'cause
You're doing the least
My records won't fail so call me the police
I'm

Yo it's Tim Westwood TV
Going back in with my man Logic
From the crib, to Capital Xtra let's go fam!

Alright, oh man
I'mma fuck this up, here we go

the block
They was slinging pies it’s
Like the pizza shop
We was pushing weight just like equinox
Damn, Harlem had so many kings
I could name a bunch

gon fess muhfucka don't speak
Gotta whole lotta ex-teammates I'ma cremate
Stompin and pissin and spittin
All over yo remains i'm a dirty young Kreep

Oh my God, I love you so much, Joey
Oh my God
Listen up class today we have a special guest
His name is Joey Trap
He's gonna be teaching you numbers