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the belly the stomach
But im gon paint The way
Yeah The way
Yeah the way
Uh the way
Yeah the way
Go
Go
Go (Bah bah)
I wanna live ahh
I wanna live ahhh
I wanna

crumblin'?
It's hard bein' a starvin' artist while ya stomach's rumblin'
The pain is troublin'
Callin' for a fair catch but you're fumblin'
Money talks but

Lately I've been feeling the same
I've been locked in, not stuck up on pain
Everybody going to know my name
I ain't big on revenge, it's going to take me

Yeah that's great! Um, here, we need someone to get us here! Thousand bucks if you can."
By the way, I would buy the way if I could
Finding out, though,

you alone put yo trust in nobody don't worry bout no nigga) 
Bitch you step by yourself 
(I ain't no killer but if you want smoke then it's up with me

by him
Think he might've saw a trident
Facsimiles and pretty please
Weaving out the perfect schemes
Chosen scholar of Dreams it seems
Landed

Have you ever scream for help
Yo cries sound like an alarm
I screamed till I'm outta breath
I yell so long it hurt my lungs
Even tried to send out

Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in

duct taped & grunting
Twin Flames out the glizzy
But it ain't no loving
Full Fist
De 45th
Hollow out yo stomach
Ski masks & black bags when time get

it all
I listen to yo flaws
I click on private calls
But you only listen if you get attention in a song
So I give you what you want
And then I hear

thru a lot of pain lately
That I cannot explain
But Momma Im sorry
I just went head first
Dived in
Don't come outside
We lively
I don't have to look for

journey feel yo pain witcha 
Say Ima hoe but that's the past 
I'm not the same Nîgga 
Won't play no games witcha 

They told me to let up  
But I could

Trouble Man

Beanie Sigel

State Property

2001

Nothing for nothing means nothing
Gotta do something muthafucka punch ya in the mouth

Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, criminal records
Talk to em yo

it'll fuck up your grave
Them stomach pains, niggas hunger for days
It was nothin' to praise
That's real shit, I'm really stuck in my ways
Roll a four,

a back-flip
Nothin' else to be said
My niggas try and see bread
Tired of them stomach pains
Niggas try and keep fed
Fillin' up your pipe veins
Green for

stomach pains in my wallet like
I'm 'bout to take it all if I want it
'Cause this the Emerald Isle's answer to The Chronic
Hit the haberdashery, bumblebee

sick to my stomach now
Outta the hole that I dug myself
I been thru somuch pain in my life 
Something you don’t need know about

VERSE 1

Something you

Overdose

Twista

Adrenaline Rush

1997

rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping

Never wrong, never dogged, out yo brother
Cause you love him, you kept him covered

When it got dirty, you was the plumber, summer breeze
Could shine its

ain't no food for ya boy
Manning up, I'm big enough
No childhood to destroy
This all the pain to enjoy

Cannot wait 'til I calculate price tag math by

Hard work in a lot of ways
If you ain't coming up it's cause yo ass afraid
If you ain't coming up then what you trying to say
If you ain't coming up

"congratulations, you done it"
You cant have a fake chief around yo oven
Only keep real ones around the circumference
Stomachs got empty and then we went hunting
Came

you can't play
Quiet storm rain wash my troubles away
Thought for food for the stomach and brain
Supreme God I am one in the same
Made in his image I'm

1400 / 999 Freestyle

Trippie Redd

A Love Letter to You 3

2018

Now I take Percs, my stomach turnin'
Stopped taking Percs, my stomach burnin'
May take a half when I hit it from the back
I'ma beat the shit up like