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the sound of my voice
Suspect is in custody
10-4

now
I can come up with my own sound
I'm in the zone now, I'm on that Patrón now
The , the haze in me
I'm a menace, I got old dog ways in me
But I'm not

We got a problem, with vessels that got no God in 'em
Holy Spirit dissolved in 'em
Mentals empty, like hollow men
Being deluded by con-artists

rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose
Their mind for the fame grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane
But I'll die for my chain
I'm

from the hood we know u rich
Told Jolie bout everything u fuckin snitch saw u as a friend
now u just a bitch

Shout out to Isaiah thats rly it
We still

If you see my ears bleed Been worked by disease
Once pristine clean now dirty
That pristine dream is now burning
It's all the same now that the times

Tear It Up

Magic

On My Own

2003

grip pump
Crazy glued to my palm, better sound the alarms

Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga)
Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga)
Tear it up

sayin' some damn freeze
Rather me not stand and be on my damn knees
Rather me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea

I'm the hood messiah, blue

Just know you’re  part of me
Just know I’m always near
I got my heaven now, this life ain’t always clear
Sometimes we hear the sounds
But know that

the sound of your name, my path is now clear 
I'll speak to this tone
And feel as the bow runs the strings of my heart 
And I feel my soul as it frolics

the rest of y'all should learn about it
Yo I'm sick in the booth, and everything I makes hood
I spit the truth and medicine don't usually taste good
This is

dream that she was dreaming was the illest 
And she felt on something different 
My whole hood some shit
I know more crackheads than i would like to admit

being cocky
I green light shit and y'all cant stop me
My triplet truck don't you dare try to box me
I'm on brown and I'm looking for a foxy
Shit like

by Slaughterhouse 50 Cent
Eminem and Dr. Carter
Nines hanging outta old impalas
Speakers knocking
I just hear my ego talking
Cross me and a blanket

a shooter (yeah yeah sure)
Calling all y'all out with prop money (you know what you did) in your videos
When you get robbed in my hood you gonna look like

like they robbin' shit, but you home invasion still
Out the hood I'm passin' by the bridge, hurt me when I seen lil' Nell
I done fed niggas who ain't

Yeah
No landline
Text ya
Self-drive Tesla
No big bank
My big bank 
Deposited chequing 
On a app  
Fuck a
Yeah
Man it feels so good to be young though

things ain't  Black and white 
Had to recover from some real bad tax advice 
To maximize my means more green supplied 
This can't be life 
Cant be the good

they going live
Now they all making a splash by taking a dive
I'm pressing toward the mark with eyes on the prize
No little red riding hood we know

Took off the mask that covered my face
Not very comfortable so I wear hoods
I should break silence and talk about things that are breaking me down

Back in '04 I had that J-Kwon Hood Hop "Tipsy" spinnin'
Walkin' around the projects Walmart Walkman in my pocket grinnin'
Ponderin' quite often how I

of manipulating sounds and creating new music, sound effects, mixes and other creative sounds and beats
Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross

of manipulating sounds and creating new music, sound effects, mixes and other creative sounds and beats
Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross

die (bitch please)
Gettin G's by any means nessesary
That's why my cousin doin' time and my dogs got barried
Ya'll bitches is afraid of da game
Sittin'