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rolling

Know that they want me dead
Knew I was under the scope when
We stomped on the street yelling
Fuck all the feds
Knew I was ready to die when
I saw

man, they should legalize this shit,

I’d probably stop smoking weed, just wake up, find a motherfucker walking they dog and relieve some stress real

on your grandma's shirt
But what does a man in tights know about that
Well I do know belts don't go on your hat
Couldn't blow the king dead but
At least

rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot

Caged in
Tryin set it free
Split personality
Even I'm dead to me
Listen dog dont be eaten off my pedigree
Yea but I love our back n forth chemistry
Jump

the bases I'm winning the game
Dripped from the toe up in Nike air forces
An I'm the top dog we are not the same
Man I be dripping it's me
An my bro we be

West Coast Mafia niggaz
Yeah, untouchable niggaz man
C'mon niggaz, c'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1: see-Bo]
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run

with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin

I'm hella strong,

from the concrete, did it no injury
I am not gonna show you any misery
Was there by myself, just hoping for victories
But as the money grows you'll be by

into triggers
Wrist so cold that I’m felling anemic
Skrr skrr yeah my foreign be screeching
Talkin’ mess have u dead by the weekend
My hitters don't play

Short Summer

Joe Budden

2187 Hood Radio 47

2011

fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream

niggas is dead to me
Cross me just one time, I'm never settling
I'm clipping you and your man's like collateral
Move wit precision cause timing is

brother Demond on my receiver
He say where them new songs at, we need ya
(Ahki, where you been at man?)

Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody

wouldn't pay for man
My dog's have got rabies fam
See that yout'? Raid his gaff
With a rusty ready to send her
Son to God like Abraham
Den manna don't speak

Catch me Slidin' down Golf Links, Extra flossy
You don't want me, man This is Stash City When Niggas draw down them Blasts and keep
Them bails hid away

Check out the drip
I’m sponsored by nike
My money crip
Might cop me an Audi
She call me bane
Cause I break her back
I’m switching lanes
Backseat got

Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished

of my Ws make it stretch a mile
I'll have lines of people tryna reconcile
I'll choose who lives or dies and start making a dead body pile
People got a lot

on a thirteenth of a Friday
Cutting up his parts and leave his body out in Taipei
There's an Alice in some chains, and a man in a box, and a dead body in a well

might
Im the best thing since they invented light

No friends 
No means to an end
But there's lots of

Hoe shit and dead memes

Low wit and Rhyme schemes

To traverse Antarctica on sled
Twenty-seven brave men
Came to Ernest's dank den
Hoping they wouldn't end up dead

Three life boats logged
And seventy sled dogs

gon' claim we was best friends when
I'm dead and gone in my coffin
I don't hang around you niggas
Now you probably know the reasons
I be chillin' by

the best
Askin me can we be friends
The answer is no can you please just not call again
All our relations is dead
I'm focused on making this bread

I'm

Destined to Be '94

Necro

Rare Demos and Freestyles, Vol. 1

like a corpse in a dead morgue 
I find your fuckin body in Prostate Park, bitch 
I'll have you fuckin hangin like a fuckin killa on a meathook 
Then your