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won't confess
I'm with her 356 and I don't know why
But no, I smoke a 3 5 as the po roll by
In the RG12, I'm that solo guy
And in the booth, it's

album mode,
  Sip this shit its not whiskey, this be jus pepsi, zip yuh lip prissy bitch, yuh too tipsy, just don’t let trip see, typically this’ll lead’

for sure now I'm stomping the show
When I got to get it you on my roll
I got ten on my ops, I got ten on my Glock, I got ten on my, I got ten on my, I

it makes a difference
But fuck it let’s get it
I remember when I was deep in trenches, fighting this war on my own
No one asked if I was ok, no one was

(Ha Ha)
Aye
We still trippin
(Still trippin on them niggas nigga)
Still trippin off dat last drill
(Go get back for all yo boys)
Aye
Pass my woods

This another chance to get it right I know it
Lighting pokes up just to get by
And keep a level head damn right I'm smoking
Breaking down the weed I'm

with a fist of smoke, what do niggas know, no way you thought light skinned niggas
Would be in, ten thousand deluxe plus hours what we spent, when I say

Freestyle

Juan Gotti

No Sett Trippin

2002

the way we roll
It be them lame as* niggas
Givin' dough to h*es

[Gotti]
Before I pay for a brick
She taste da shit
Put her back on a bus
Wit it

mean minus a couple
Need to be findin your mind instead of findin some trouble
Cause it's obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle
Ready to blitz,

couldn't roll
Now I'm respected everywhere I go
Now you don't want a problem, that's for sure
Understand that when I'm in the building you ain't shit, boy

Don't Talk About Love

Crimewave

Scripture Won: The Beginning Of...

accompanies mine to the Gold Gate
Remember when we scraped on the Handy-Cam 8
Skipped the silver screen, went straight to video tape
I thought this was

we the movers crew
Yeah, so many apes inside my zoo
Yeah, I been a real n***a, since I came out the womb
Yeah, you can't tell me shit when I was one

We bout to talk our shit on this one
I don't need nobodies open hand
Everybody thinking I fell off 
They don't love you till you up
If you ain't here

on the scene
Never needed machines and bots
We'll let y'all rock when it's time to rot
Now kick it
Listen to me when I say that I'm different
Don't get it
Y'all

Trial of the Soul

Kryst the Conqueror

Deliver Us from Evil

As I ride by the light of the moon
Heart burstin' inside
As I fly, evil around me now looms
The trial of the soul when there's nothing left you can

get it to see all of its tainted 
Don’t wanna be deep in the hole
Cause record labels won’t relinquish control
And DSPs paying .006 of a cent for

to be there
Not a complete failure
Did some shows and heard some Cheers
But want to sell out like 
Biggie pac rose from the dead
Different cities we rock

You know it's gangster how I rock, when you greet me, respect me (salute me)
Yeah, I'm made in my hood, niggas treat me like Lefty (that's right)
I

and I cry and I cry
Wondering how people make it by
The world we living in, is a lie
All the pain and agony just to die
Tell me why but anyways
Yeah, yeah

the bridges smoking pressure with the gang
Shit that hurts you only go by
So we live another day
Cant you see how we were made
Ninety pounds of pure bred pain

piper
Kusanagi roll with creatures that'll putcha to sleep
A couple black sheep, that take hits fa cheap

In tha trap we got it jumpin' like a trampoline

say they different but we bout our business and I swear that we stand on it
So Florida baby with the lingo used to send the rock through the peep hole

Same little shit
Being broke ain't fun I need to get rich
Need to quit smoking cigarette burns on lips
Taste nicotine when we kiss
Riddle me this, if

Freestyle

Boo

The Chicago Power Hour Mix Tape, Vol. 1

2002

the way we roll
It be them lame as* niggas
Givin' dough to h*es

[Gotti]
Before I pay for a brick
She taste da shit
Put her back on a bus
Wit it