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through excuse me gotta get by
Sorry no I can't slow down for nobody gotta the island on my back
Drove around pass the pile up got the miles up on the max

you ran the stop, word them pigs frontin
Yo tell like you tell 'em cousin we ain't did nothin
All they see is three blacks in a jeep with seats back

get up
Run down, drive by, flock him and split up
They see them sheisties and they got to duckin'
Thought it was sweet, he ain't think we'd touch him

thing from England
Since the slave shit
Rappers still so real, it's time
Hit you so hard I separate
Your thoughts from your mind
Wizard of written kid

Clouds here roll & fold the sea, Kohler white chair stiff, grinding
Told the gang no, I work at 3, playing bout this is lying
People just stunt, they don't

you ever believe that it could be me
NPC you met at level 3
That was secretly a wizard that could look in your dreams
A million HP
The BBEG
Who's just

for meaning
Checking for it box by box
The world's a warehouse, endless boxes
Lots of words to search em up
This song is made up of three pieces

High blood in a cut, 47 floors up
Engine is a buck, hope you revving yours
I'm important, omnipotent, God
Wizard of Oz just living in charge, it's like

war
Rhyming in its highest form, this is that Rhode Island raw
When we behind the bars, people hide indoors
Serving blood to connoisseurs, shut you off,

on TV could never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like

never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like an amputee, ain't

Had a Dream

Lil' Boosie

Actin' Badazz, Vol. 2

2007

sweatin shakin in my draws wonderin is dat a sign of a call from the big dawg

REPEAT COURSE

VERSE 3 BOOSIE:
My next dream i was on a island playin

And for their life story that’s it
Get me started, I probably wont’ quit
Hustling is all in my blood
I never been no type of Thug

Im after the treasure

Sunshine dozed and I feel like a ghost
Room full of eyes and the next door closed
She a bad bitch, 7 lines on the coast
Paradise Island, A gem no flaws
Drugs

Right, ride, right, ride
To the world, you may be one person
But to one person, you're the world
There's a better life for you

Three years sober

intense like
Teenage camp councilors
Spit blood through your stereo, there we go
Time for your burial
Fag niggas, after you rhyme say no hetero
(hahaha) my

I’m In a trance 
On expectorants
I expect rants
By Tyrannical tyrants
Promoting violence 
I’m not just sitting back in silance
Bombs don’t hit hospitals

sleep, the devil cuts me close by the teeth

Dead in the morning
Disappear like a baby
Dead in the morning
Disappear like  me
Dead in the morning
Disappear

Pressings shirts and cutting vinyl 
Juice 
You been flying like a pilot 
Lost ya moms I felt that shit 
I tried to help by giving blood 
You hit my line like

CeeLo Green
Looking at my pop like a scoreboard
I need a three
This a one dip, twеnty seconds
I could flee the scene it's 2020, boy
You finished if you

That’s not us
We take our time
Do it right
Check the levels
Mix by light
I live by night
I die by day
Damn my pupils dilate
I come for blood
Bitch peep my

I'm That N***a

Erick Sermon

Music [Clean]

2001

Island
Brand new with revenue my crew puts it down
I'm the man you never knew, who holds the crown
I'm the KING, psych, that's Run and D
I ruled everything

less than
Jesus' blood and righteousness

How it feel to look to heaven and pray for peace
Knowing it ain't no expiration date for grief?
As sure

these pistols with my finger
Tempest kick em off his feet
Time flew by i skipped through time
Things have changed since enies lobby
You been told to not