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goodbye to water's without
scurrying up the steel nest(?) without my
Sitting on the fence is just a stand by
Cause I don't want to waste my time till it

run this bitch, you motherfuckers lollygag
Suck a dick, I'm the shit
Waste my breath by even sayin' it
I ain't even gotta brag for em'
In they face like

the clientele
Smokin I'm high as hell
I'm talkin my shit cause I'm on a roll like cottonelle
And I only smoke the best you can tell just by the smell
And All this

Runaway Slave

Menace Clan

Da Hood

1995

day well on my way up north
(Surround the nigga) trip cut short
Standing in the middle, know I'm black till the end
Waiting, in a second now the shots

talking cause you wanted to figure me out
Well now I'm getting figures
While your sexy lil figure
Trynna figure life out
Man I hate this bitter feeling you

curry if I take my shot
I don't miss
You bitch nigga I can't be tricked
Tried to play me out now it's time that the hit get sent
Vengeance is mine 50 06

ever turn rage into love
Who the fuck you kidding, Sam? You know you'll never change
We'll always be hiding, only wait to come out and play
You don't

of us, well, we just chose to stay
You make your plan, you make a stand
You find yourself as best you can as we each would find our own way
From the best

shit
TWS, that's the name, don't forget it, bitch

If I see you in the field, I'm finna run you down
Bitch, you know I'm in a track hawk with a hundred

Gilgamesh

Gypsy & the Cat

Gilgamesh

2010

And maybe we'll drift on through the world

I miss you every day that I'm breathing
I couldn't even say goodbye
I'm dreaming that your face is smiling
It

a feen like
Can't you tell?
I bleed pink
Like a pastel
Money, Greed
I'll burn in hell
This ain't a song
This my farewell

I been fine all by myself
I don't

Illiodic Shines

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

inside wit eighteen

[Royal Flush]
Strictly for the cream, smack em wit the heat, watch them bleed
Who you tryin to see, Flush and Mic G., your worst enemy

the grease right up
Looking for a atl … own me 5 bucks, eyes up, eyes up
That is not my wallet miss, yeah, 
I'm big headed but don't make it so obvious
I'm

to believe ourselves
You've got to remember well
Oh, yeah, we'll go on the offense
Don't miss it

Feel my emotion
You must wanna know
Clenching on my

If you see them then hide the booze, put the music on stop
Used to hit the three footer 'till my eyes were shut
Now I only vaporize, I'm refined

that God remit my vice

If you ask me
I swear to God I don't see a light
I don't know
It seems to me they lost the way
This no longer the place that

back revitalised  ready for the fight no more than a week go by and you feel like your fixing to die but I've seen it before yeah I can tell if you wanna

the planes don't fly, and I miss you
A year's gone by, the kids have grown
The harder I try, the more divides me from you

And let's hold onto hope, and lean