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a box
Left leaking fluids, red like fox
No disrespect, but I don’t like thots
Keep your pussy to yourself, my dicks on lock

Illuminati can’t reach me

’m bangin I bang suwoo
Niggas try to play me like I’m just some typa bitch
If I want y’all niggas dead and gone I’m gettin y’all boys kilt
If you eva cross

(C'mon nigga)
They try to tell me how to spend my money, and they'n got none
I'm in the trenches with my killer, nigga
And he'll pop some
I'm in

I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood

And don't you ever give
One more single second
To the negative
Just keep counting blessings
Come on fix those lips
I don't care if it's just a smirk
That

why, oh, tell me why
I need you by my side

And suddenly I'm bored, I'm dancing in the dark
Counting all the billboards and the city lights
I

Mister Meadowlark

Bing Crosby

Bing Crosby and Friends

1994

I'm out in the country
But I don't know why
'Cause I'm strictly a city loving guy
Just sitting there when a little bird flies my way
Hello B

Terror Death Camp

Statik Selektah

Well-Done

2011

living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top

Mi si rapper jo, na-do hii shit for fun, hold up

Keep it running, keep it running
This beat is too fucking fire, bruh, shit
Let me get another verse,

down I get my ass on the microphone
My homies gotta understand that's what keeps me home
Too much thought in verse, that's why rappers they cursed
I got

They say they want beef I'm like do you want fries with that
Claim that they riding but they ain't gonna die bout that
Standing ten toes swear that I

Battle Hymn

Planetary

God of the Serengeti

2012

lethal plus we taking over
I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan
That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open
It’s open season

Respect

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die: The Remaster [2006] [Clean]

1994

men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts,

Respect

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts,

Counting all my blessings and the devil told me I'm a saint
Every time i hit the stage someone baby momma faint
In a '65 cutlass and I candy red the paint

I've been struggling just trying to survive
Working two jobs nine to five
Seems like I've been barely getting by
And there's too much on my mind
I

can't take it back now
Don't try asking me how
Why can't I just figure it out?
Tell me, how do I move closer?
I thought this would be over
My life's

it)
This world can be filthy (filthy)
But I'ma do me and get back to the real thing (yeah)
'Cause every hard line keeps addin' to the kill streak

Ride with that weapon on me
Slide if they stressin' on me
Lyin' if they say they know me
He died 'cause I keep SIG on me
Pop, pop, go to block
Beat

You get the bag and you fumble it
When I get the bag, I flip it, then double it

So y'all haters wanna come at me and say I can't rap
That I'm white,

cracked all of y'all but then for me what do I gain

Bitch it's Halloween

Ewwwwww

Im like sell your soul

Ay

She like Halloween
But she ain't like how

out
Hanging with some killers that was flaking out
If I said it, that's to the coffin
But y'all sell out like a cosmic auction

Wow
Wow, wow, wow, wow,

What do I know?
What the fuck do I know?

Where do we go?
Who do we see?
Where do we go?
Who do we see?
Where do we knock?
Who do we be?
Who do we

ain't got mine
I'mma holla when the primetime
Why you, how you, call me when nobody by you?
Nobody want you, your mind a ocean, your body's a bayou
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