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the legs she shaking and she scared
Imma get it by any means no ion fuck around
I ain't friendly you look at me won’t even crack a smile
Mama said ta what

FACEOFF
(D. ValentS)

Yes, 
It been such pleasure being with you
All these years (nah mean)
One time long ago, my mans Franks
said Yo Valents
I kinda

matter, she's dope, she knows that, but she's broke
She's so stagnant, she knows, when she goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab

And this yo life savings? For me thats a Watch and a chain
Baby told me call her when I'm done
Got her sleepin by the phone cuz we on the Run
Like I'm

a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit,

Verse 1 (Grafh)

I'm the dope boy poster child but that shit was worth it
I made money then made it out nigga I did it perfect
Raised by killers with

Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and
The jackers get jacked
I

the muzzle
Who that boy in Maybach by the double?
Out in Miami, I kicked a fine bitch out the car 
Just 'cause her spirit was ugly (I did, Sauce)
We do not

brought the flavour
Oh
Stop all ya wastin
Aint got time for patience
Oh
Yo Chance getting slimmer
Hope you squeezing thru the door
War of the words go

them scoreless
I'm the coldest with the word play bitch check yo sources
The rhymes coming out my mouth like infinity
I been spitting so real I'm

Timeless Effect

Cooking in the Stu yeah I’m chillin with the bros (yo)
Only make boppers got these hoes up on they toes (yeah)
I could make it seven

the pro side
Lot of drug addicts where I'm from, off the dope high
Before the Bronco and the Beamer, boy I had no ride
Now water on my wrist, like my wrist

kid
Son just texted best father in the world
Uma build a charity 
For all the boys and the girls
I'd rather be loved by him 
Than miss miss
Teach him

brutal, now you deceased
I'm just spittin' eulogies to a beat
Reachin' ya like a preacher
Just wearin' the swag that suited me
Niggas say they movin' dope

All My Shootin's Be Drive-Bys

MC Hawking

E = MC Hawking

to the L- to the -you-N-T

Then I get a call on my dope cell phone
Check the call ID - "What up homes"
Yo it's the Doom and his news ain't good

on a bad route
She gone poke her ass out
Cash out
Dirty talk with yo bad mouth

I wanna thick Latina 
Fat ass just like Selena
Yo boy Mexican then a mother

Joy comes, in the morning 
Joy comes, in the morning

Real life
Yo it's been a long journey but, we finally made it to the end

Stories from

since dope boys wore white tees
Better be with jesus if you nigga's ever cross me
Big new chopper make a nigga skip a heart beat
Burning rapper weed I don

booty fat
The way she throw that ass
Them dope boys don't know how to act
Ha hair going down to ha back
She told me that they call ha cat
Said if you

I do and say to yourself men he's so dope
But It's by His grace, He does the heavy lifting i just make clicks, like no code
Polo yh I'm that assassin

over ya shoulder
Like busta I'm bustin'
The K dot dot dot ay
Spend some blue guap
At 4 and by 5
That is yo top
Splitting his head
Like we splitting

from
Never let a white boy scream in my face?
Bitch, I wanna tell that to yo’ son!
And I ain’t done! It’s too enticin’!
This scale he’s been invitin’
How

Atlanta by an armery
Me vine pa'qui a L.A había alguien en mi property
Me fumo una L y con tote I gotta take care of my property
I was turn up in

up in a movie
I got versachi shirt that's made by coogi
Yo girl all on my dick she a damn groupie
You wanna get paid I'll show you how I ball
I love