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I fuck with making dough though (Yeah)
But it's gotta be quick like the flash on a photo
I do this shit solo like Han, I'm gone and you can't take me

to do it in the Cat, you hear it down the street
Only win don't know defeat (Don't know defeat)
And if I did I wouldn't be beat
King me like I'm 23
King

insane 
Put the pain in my name 
Niggas be switching up lanes 
Plain Jane no ice 
Mary Jane too nice 
Cocain too white 
Mix my lyne with my sprite 
I made

ice, we pull up in big coats
Like it's Mafia, you level zero
Wouldn't it be nice to get up out the $TRUGGLE?
Fuck that shit - I'm ballin' till my fuckin'

got bad luck
Knowing they ain't even legal
Shorties be mad tough
Desensitized by a life
That's full of violence
Ain't no snitching
Unless it's shooting,

how you're enjoying life now
Oh how we take for granted then 
What we miss now
Bcuz if it wasn't for you 
I wouldn't be who i am now 
No way no how
Ode

Gotta watch your tone with me, cause pussy niggas be hoeing me (Watch your tone)
Tellin’ me I got it bad, but when it’s all good they wanna go cold on me

GOLDEN HIP HOP (Oddmanoutmusic Mix)

Written by: J. Robinson III, J. Holliday
Performed by: The Bizczar Sinista

This is powerful, the impact,

Poor Side of Town

Joe Stampley

Memory Lane

1984

you were the greatest thing this boy had ever found
And girl it's hard to find nice things
On the poor side of town

I can't blame you for tryin'

that's no pictures
Block list got bigger, uh
I been coolin' with my niggas, uh
Sam I Am not when it comes to the flicks, uh
'Cause, niggas be watching
They

Eat

Ratking

So It Goes

2014

digits, now its double and it's trouble
One nine son blind, by the rubble

I am breakfast, lunch and dinner
Be my saint I'll be your sinner
You're too

War Rats

Cappadonna

The Yin and the Yang

2001

to the ringworm, take a turn and get burned
Tryin' to be this, realness
Shaolin barracks is very high tempered
Sensed it in the water surrounded by the fairy

packs
By any means ima get it
Ima get mine
Can't tell me shit
Fuck the boys we beating crimes
Business is business and that's a fact
Show love but

flip/ twist pounds piff/ speak Ill round dis/ n u leant round 6/ 
U squares wouldn’t make it to round 6/ 
Swifts jab/ proper hooks followed by sound

asking for my license
And my paperwork, I was shaking in the whip
Praying up to God that this car wouldn't be my coffin
Left nauseous, sick to my stomach

Yeah
Yeah
Spice
Spice
Yeah
My time
My spice
My time
YEAH
My time it's my time
Lil boi think he that nice
My watch is on my spice
I can't fake I am no

that denied you twice
Now if I have to ask again it ain't going to be nice

Now where is Dick whisper
Then a voice came down from the sky
It was a 7 foot

elastic bands
Young g man the olders washed
Can't be like EN when ur wife's a bosh
I take risks for the Gs that's normal
Do it on da back road main road too

shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole

Daily breaking traffic laws
Speeding past all the po-lice
Pulled over, ayo pause
Never met a kid so po-lite yessir so-nice
But when I turn it up I

Be in the streets
Marching for mine
So it's all love
Now rest in peace

My skills sharpened
Hit the target
With a pop
In a room full of polka dots
Just

And all the time M.O.B. on my mind
The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y.

She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
If I'm gon' give y'all anything, man, it's gotta be something exotic, you know what I'm sayin'
Caffeine, baby, go too

You already know what is yeah...beats by Trajan
Back in eighth grade you had told me that I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm on my way to M's, I Dom Toretto