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In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
on top you beat
Now I lost faith in all that remains
You grimy fucks got me living in vain
Pocket this nine at 10 it rains
Up the umbrella protect ya
it like a Bugatti ('Gatti)
Eighty-five on this cube
Top down when we cruisin' (cruise)
Somethin' 'bout you here with me that gets me high (high)
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores, Jazze
I (yeah, yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take
the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores, Jazze
I (yeah, yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take
all keep happening
God forgives, but I forbid
Like some can of vegetables, you play with my family I'll lurk in the night
And pop off yo lid
I can't
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
I don’t wanna be rude, boy
But I love the way you get down
That uncontrollable smile
With supernatural style
We got nothing to lose, boy
Put your
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
in me,
Would you all step back? so a girl might to get started,
And he won't have to look twice to see.
She said I'll give you an intentional
cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching)..."get down"
Two guns you know, desert eagle streetsweepers
you 'bout, we 'bout it
However you wanna get, we can give it to ya
Nigga all runners, bitch, you underdig?
Put your prints in, nigga
Put your feet down
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
way, jeet and skeet by one ish
Slap squares and im there were the bud is
I heard there's a drought say nizzy get floodish
what's
Up I'm actin little
Blunts of that ray got my eyes all little
You know how I get down
Middle finger up and that
Pittsburgh shit down
Yeah, it's
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
They'll make you give your chain up
So much money pull the range up
You don't know the way that we came up
Me I get to a bag I can't slow down I get to it
Where there is a will there is a way
Search and discover a better day
Where a positive heart is all you need
To rise from beyond and succeed
Family is giving you the blues
Hate us all you want, cause we don't get upset
Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)
Psychopathic holding it down
Had to Learn The Hard Way, I'm Timmy With the Great Mid Range
Had To Learn The Hard Way, Cause cll My Jr's Need Their Roads Paved
Riding down
to go Peter Parker
I'm Spider-Man, if he ain't me, he just a creepy crawler
Tunechi spark the lighter, pull up in a new Ferrari spider
Spider web
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