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back porch sipping coffee by da lake
Ward wake up let's get back to da trap


Ooh yeah clright
Don't Be Late Baby
Ooh yeah  its clright
Don't Be Late

to the airport 'cause he didn't even pack
They said they want Kyla plus 100k racks
And he agreed to it all just to get his mum back
Ten hours later Shiro's back

with the sticks

Where the hardest in your clique
Tell them, tell me what it is
When we get started
We don't miss, we was starving in this shit
See

suspended pay and blood at the Gates
The red and blue face will shoot down any dream
We more Detroit Red, we gon' get it by any means
They care about

response this doesn't merit
Called out dongs getting involved instigators
Forgive the white cis 'straight' not the black fag yeah I said it

I get these

in da black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by tha D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid thoroughly
I start

a maze in a case of glass
Assume while I consume doomed souls, then I laugh
Can't let it shatter, if it does I'm gone soon after
Tortured by the one

Internet Going Nutz

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

online when I'm bored
Oh my Lord, Black Planet got all the {hoes} and all the freaks
I'll get your page and send a note, then hit me back when it's time

I started smoking it hoping it
Would help me rope in girls
Then I started boasting it by posting it
To show the world

Hookah pipes and condoms

I

my blade
No more hands out, cause, nigga, I just wanna get paid
I watch shit, we was young, it was nothin' to save
Let the lyrics shake the ground,

Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s

My Hooptie

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Rap: On the Lighter Tip

1992

droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt
Homey got scared, so I got

Demons doin overtime no more 9-5s
In my anxiety I'm buried alive
No way I can do this the rest of my life
Trynna get away form it house in

Grenades, let me spit it sick with Rinz send shit stains in the game
Through a damn triple rinse
Make a rise by new elements
Breaking Bad in the game and we

I thought you knew dude got that voodoo on that black shit
Flippin’ it up like spatches 
Mix mixin’ it up like Cassius 
I'm down to fight for my

bums with no pot to piss in
Kids dissed till they get their throats slit when Im spitting
Ammunition the sharpness
Spark up a rahrher
Get started with

restraint boy this blick finna burst
Three rounds every second a little black box on the back of the Glock
Got it twitching Tourette's
Finna mix Percocet with

Let me take you on a journey, back to the days
When life was a just a daze, when it was a pain to be playing
Plain, seeing how amazing it was

It's the 3 bladed assassin backyard shaded hop the fence you get ya ass whipped
Let my dogs you might end up in a casket send 'em down the street

niggas I ain't
Snitching or bitching up
I'm a straight cannon don't get it
Twisted or mix it up

Listen up, there ain't no nigga as ill as me
I'm cocky coz

man[00:21.16]Shout out to all the mandem, let me talk my shit[00:23.94]I thought I would have had it figured out by 26[00:26.68]I got humbled and I'm here tryna

You know the youngin' stack tall paper
She put my face on her black berry wall paper
I spit truth and I mix it with a lil' game
But I ain't on her

started on the MARTA
From the West side
Y'all prolly know that by now
This is where the block hot
You might hear a glock pop
Be cool, that aint unfamiliar

Yessir, yessir
She wit it she wit it
Let's get it, let's get it
2 y's on the flyy you better get it right
You already know what it is
cye
I can see