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My boy got a tec but don't call him no ref
You can't be us play the hand that you dealt 
We got the heat get too close you might melt
You can't blame

Yeah
Uhh
Nigga feeling good, boy
Feeling real good, you feel me
Woo
Just let that shit ride out
Energy loud at my show but the
Energy loud at my show

the color of my shoe strings
Aye, Something stocky for the mood swing
Aye, I be Prada stepping wit the loose change
Aye, Somethin' foreign where I lay

Dirty Niggaz

Dirty

Country Versatile

1999

Finger (kill them bitches that snitch)
And that goes out to all my drug slingaz
Throw yo guns up.. and before you bring em down let 6 rounds bust
Blah blow

of my skills are gold
They can not fuck wit the flow
My shit got a certain glow
I was in jail
My lady was giving em hell
I know she a rider fa show
Girl

a Circus
I let him meet the Tim’s by the time he hit the surface
Yo boy he just a simp while I be shining like a Gem
In the middle of the high life we then

might take your bitch with all this drip

Tell em nyzzy back Nigga im bout to get that bag 
I’m to lit They can’t fuck with a nigga that live it yeah

I gotta go
She don't wanna see me go but baby girl I gotta go
I know they want my spot
Tell em meet me at the top
Don't know everything I did
But I

might take your bitch with all this drip

Tell em nyzzy back Nigga im bout to get that bag 
I’m to lit They can’t fuck with a nigga that live it yeah

this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em

And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In

these lame niggas in my head 
And I don't miss cuz I aim wit the infrared 

The worlds like a huge prison 
And I'm the warden 
Makin niggas scared to face

em up
If niggas running up
I can tell by lookin in his eyes i know hes scared us
Its for the family we aint scared to die cause we faced death a ton

can't do it (can't do it)
But my whole team they staying down with a nigga
And the Bang boy til the day I die
And if you fuckin' wit it I ain't witcha

of these niggas as special as me
This game of rap is my specialty please
They tell me chill leave some left of this beat, but I heat up instead then I rest

up a long time
R.O.S.C.O.E. I done blew up like a landmine
And I'm winnin by a land slide

[Chorus]
I got my own steps
I got my own style
[repeat 4x]

(haha)
Phone tapped, I can't talk on my cellular (my cellular)
He tweetin' but tell em' who shot at ya' (shot at ya')
That TDB, 6, we the Mafia (The

told y'all to stop taking pics
Picture me rollin can't picture me posin
I won't even pose for a flick
Don't know what it is wit these hoes
You give 'em

Fuck About Us

SOB X RBE

GANGIN II

2018

victims on the rise
You can look me in my eyes, the boy ain't never lied
Lord ain't never led me wrong, but the devil is a lie
And the devil told

the mic
I'll write something down that'll rhyme
Boy don't go wasting my time
I do this shit just for kicks and it's clear that you're here cause I'm calling

Sledgren dreamer on the beat, wake up

Young nigga do this shit with ease huh
By any means
Couple tricks still up my sleeve huh
Came from nothing

our cars been autonomous
Mules move the drums, take 'em to different spots
We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs
I'm a course of miracles

plus I’m getting head  first and I’m getting top last / my code be glitching hit the alt button then I by pass/ think you buying heat nope you niggaz be

mean look at them jeans 
They mean 
I met ya moms 
I mean it's in ya genes 
I seen it with my own eyes 
Took me by surprise 
I can't lie 
I was