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Uncle's life became the bottle drowning in his problems
Niggas start to hate when their dreams become they failures
Drive-by inside a Tesla meet Smith

smoke
Let's get straight to it
Hold up, street nigga
I just happen to make greet music
When it's beef, ain't no dates
We killers that sit at the movies

Boaw boaw
Long live my uncle man
Gang
Mono
Lemme get yal hip
Gang gang gang gang gang gang
Nigga neva had sht, used to wish I had fresh kicks

killers stay by my side
They done the ride

We don't beef out these bitches, but if it's about money, you know we gon' lay em down
I done been through too

We on the Run
Keep headin towards the Sun
They gon kill you cuz you shine
And I put that shii on my son
Cuz we got. ps on da clock
Uncle whip

a Lebanese coke dealer
Will assess if you gotta do a little less
Make a bigger mess by reading epics of Gilgamesh
I've been renewed but your crew see the old

You looking like boo boo the fool

We Northeast's illest, broad Street killers
And In philly you gon' feel it
Or you move where Uncle Phil is
The Norf

I'm the all-time best
The greatest capper def rapper who
Won't settle for less the mic wizard
Like a blizzard I will destroy
The sucker killer, crowd

I know that it gets wicked
Popping pain killers fell in love and got addicted
Remember I was younger daddy died by self inflicted

Uncle in that yard

Puma Adidas
Couple treacherous killers, they were old school leaders
He gave them the order and some cash with a hoopty
Time for revenge, to get some

to be my bro mm mm
Rolling Bible Scriptures, think I'm losing my religion
Surrounded by these killers, you don't feel the way I'm feeling
Laying in my

of
Ik klom door je ruit
Ma3seb en luid, verkoop en gebruik
Demand and supply
Johnny's zijn high, de waggies zijn fly
Mannen doen tijd
Maar komen buiten

goin down, right now it's goin down

[Verse 2 - Killer Mike]
Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues)
In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit

Who's the Man

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers

came ashore
Greeted with nothin' but niceness
Sailin' west in attempt to
Find gold and spices
Dominated by the popes in frenzy for ices
The Catholic

cocaine)
Scales in the basement by the choppa (Pure white cocaine)
Sellin' powder white as my Balenciaga's (Pure white cocaine)
No hoop dreams, I just want

uncle's face got torn up by the pellets of shotgun like Frankenstein
I was sat with him in an M3 that could 0-60 in 4.5
One hand holding the steering

Told her lay it down like Lloyd 
Beat the pussy up like Floyd 
Big 9 on my hip 
Call him Johnny Kilroy 
Big dog in this bitch 
Call me uncle Elroy 
A-Rs

Uncle Sams Johnny Appleseed

The media and popular demand

United we're all divided we stand in line

As they profit (HEY HEY)

Make no mistake

They'll

on the swivel
Losing our loved ones little by little
There's No thought no time to settle
This happens all around the world
Yeah

Yeah
This is my story

plenty more to shoutout but my verse is about to start so hold up
First things first rest in peace uncle Ben
Wise words make u a fucking inspiration
As I

a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit,

the teller in the trap, the same dawg
I got these diamonds  from Victoria, next trip, Johnny Dang, dawg

If you ain't tryna hold a strap, then, nigga, you

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