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the Sinaloa Drug Cartel. cnd that once the drugs are here, they are often sold by people and in places you wouldn't necessarily suspect.)
Ha, yeah.
I'm from
back (cool)
And I can't believe how some of y'all niggaz
Let the glory pass you by
But steady want to pick my brain about the game and ask why
And if it
the crack sales then got in jail
Couldn't post bail now my home is livin' in a cell
Thirty years with no parole as I grow old
You won't see me
could be a ho
But he called back (cool)
And I can't believe how some of why'all niggaz
Let the glory pass you by
But steady want to pick my brain
got range with them things
You wish that I miss, like a blade when it swings
No it ain't but a thang
To the game, I'm the king
Tell them squares try
And keep in silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you surprised? I ain't, because I already knew
By promoting political deaths they
chill and bun a fat spliff
I'm still legendary, legendary still
You was lying from the start
You was never real
And I ain't got time for no silly shit
You
who try to step on me
Bitch I been a dawg got some puppies running sacks for me
Run up on the dawgg blow em down may you rest in p
I been going in
cali but it's looking like broccoli
Hps and squares is what I need
Get it in and move it out discreet
I know Hooyo prefers me selling weed but I got some
Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night
We keep them toolies tuck
Who you think you gonna rob
On my job
All my niggaz
And we like the mob
What you need
Yea i got nigga its no prob
Don't play
got no dad
Fuck Canada with their maple trees
Call me big n word the way I eat peas
In the country all you see is icicles
Shout out Laytex, the man with
hitters mama
I'll get they *ss hurt
Underneath the grass, dirt
But I dont got no opps, cause all these f*ggots is way too scrrrrd
How you gonna take away
'se a Slob you get mobbed
It's alright ??? cause it like props on my block
I run with locs that ain't't broke which y'all get smoked and ?throw lot?
I got 16
coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
We rubberband it by the tens
seen it's a blessin' I still got my breath
Now listen this my ultimatum
How you gon' take a brutha life when you ain't even made him
Them hollows rainin'
Tried to tell her she keep fucking with these squares
You know I've been going in all year
Don't know these niggas get that boy from out of here
I
Staring out the window
I think I'd die for you
Breathe
I could care less
I'm not even there
We're all addicted to air
Bowling with a clock
Got no
stream
You gonna see them passing by just like lightning
Police Square and Congress Square
Selling green EP’s but nobody cares
Shame on them ‘cause
stream
You gonna see them passing by just like lightning
Police Square and Congress Square
Selling green EP’s but nobody cares
Shame on them ‘cause they’ll
the crack sales then got in jail
Couldn't post bail now my home is livin' in a cell
Thirty years with no parole as I grow old
You won't see me
Three
Who that is, RBG?
Hell muthafuckin’ yeah
Who’s poppin’ my family?
I got my back against the wall
Chase Bank in Times Square
I’m surrounded by
snatch purses (snatchin')
I could go and step out by myself or let this sack murk 'em
Deals with the cartel, ain't no squares in my Black Circle
Went
adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe? Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money, but
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