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my last dollar on some
Whiskey in a bottle
I been stabbed on and shot at
Tattoos and bar rats
Prison time goes by slow
Won't forget all that

Oh boy

mofo's
Prêts à drive by sur le fly avec le 4'4
Versace, Versace, verse à chier
Toujours le même flow pis votre flow est à chier
Nine millimeters, my

2 Fingers

Jagged Edge

Certified

2005

down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace

You can tell by the car we's some good [unverified] stars
Quarter backin', mackin' hoes pullin' ass from

baby girl let my wrist talk
Staring at the ice call the bitch my wrist watch
Keep a bitch on her feet like a fli-
Bitch stop I can tell by the way that

that lil nigga pissed
His pissed
Fuck all that dissing Im bigger
Pay off the hitters and
Tell em go get him
Boy you too foul I'm official
I kick up my

was with my bruddas
Serving and robbed niggas like it was a job nigga with my bruddas
Soon as ya nigga Cash jumped off the porch he became a shooter

don’t just don’t mumble
But okay we’ll see (OKC) about that like my name was Russell
I was raised in the jungle
That’s why I became a monster
Had 3 jobs I

we still ain't meet
No you not that guy there's no need to beef
Catch that boy in traffic, let my nina eat
She said she can't vibe, told her go

dummies
Sleeping on me give em the pacifier shit
I heard em ask if I feel I'm past my prime
Not at all them niggas done jacked my style
Now we all signed

they ain't gotta tell

I just bought a eighth of wak
Just drunk it by myself
Took two hoes out the bar
And hit em by myself
I'll pull up on yo block

I done finally got my weight up I ain't running from no danger
I put that on my creator I get busy with this banger nigga
Boy you ain't gang you just

physically
Ju ain't by his self hope he don't think that i ain't feeling eeem
My nigga killed my nigga sister and I love Em all
More confusion I'm already lost

a Benz and we just drove by

Shawty hella lit

We don't want no problems with your man he throwin fists 

Everybody messing with my boy it's so legit

Now

I tell my momma I'm sorry
Wish I could tell my granny I miss her
Call my Patna on the phone like you better Be dressed I'm on my way to come get ya
I

in the club, let me fuck first
I can tell by your wrist you don't cut work
I be sellin' straight drop
You the type of nigga cut work
Bro just quit his

Know how much I love shopping, wan' know what's on my shirt
Asking where I shop, nigga, know who did it first
That boy he wanna know, told him "go get in

I'd rather be alone, I be by myself
Cause all I do is pour into others 'til there's nothin' left
I got my problems, cook 'em up, they callin' me

and cook dope
But you can't take the syrup and you hate smoke
cll these niggas hittas if you let 'em tell it
Until somebody hit then niggas tattle tellin
If

are on the floor
Damn, its a job jus to haul em anymore
Now I'm fuckin' boss'd up cause I'm hardened at the core
Damn, i made my comeback in the bottom

Georgia... Bush

Lil Wayne

Dedication 2 [Extended]

2006

don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle

Mista Tung Twista

Tung Twista

Runnin' Off at Da Mouth

1991

the funk I be pumpin up in em
With this and it's the
Yeah - Tung Twista

Oooooweee
Haa-haa
Boy, if that ain't bad, my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot,

tell you how I feel
Black and Deadly got my culture, black and deadly got my mob 
Black and deadly got my family, black and deadly that's my job hey

hoes 
Put em on the track run train with my bros no love in my soul
Shout out my folks in the grove 
I'm on my way to the Nawf 
To fuck my lil bitch in

is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,