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like to be cooked in this oven 
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand 
The hand picked up Jo 

After they arrived at their destination by hand travel 
They

Who Ridin'

Kam

Made in America

[ VERSE 1 ]
I guess y'all ain't heard the news
(About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues
(Say what?) By the deputy goon squad

that belongs
Your old life, you will never miss
Take a deep breath; count to a hundred and ten
And by the end, you'll fall asleep
Not one soul will be

after me without a SWAT team
And if I'm caught, it's gonna take ten to watch me
This is my life, and the way it is
You see I live by the gun so I'ma die

Hillwood Hustlaz

South Park Mexican

3rd Wish to Rock the World

1999

and the bote
Ponte quidao
Bow wow wow
Soy el mujado de sulda Hustletown
Blue and White Porche 
Sixty thousand dolla horse
At my ranch where my butt naked

of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga 
It's bout

far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too

to the end of it
On a good-enough side to live on the sentimental
Gratitude for not being locked up in a kennel
After all, in the end, The Universe is just

a nigga like he got 9 lives 
Paint a nigga red like a bag of hot fries 
I Ride for my niggas like bonnie and Clyde 
We do walk ups we ion do drive by's
Ion

play so what can I say
I’m in the trap house right by the lake
He rocking foogazzy, his shit fake
Bitch stepped out of line tryna see what I make

(Hook/Chorus/Intro:)

I don't want your fake love
The kind of live that makes you feel good but you know it ain't right
I don't want your fake love

the blues after that take it day by day
And find friends that have loyalty n wanna be cool wit you for you
And without even havin Anything to proove

try my best and lay what I have to lay
Writing this in PA, about ten days after your birthday
Anyways
You remind me like mom
Strong minded but tend

a pen
I said Blue Chips is a ten
When will the gravity of my mortality hit me in the fucking head? 
Would you rather live a life that will never fucking

of auset darkness calls
That's why it's x the cross
Return of the Gods
Ausar
I'm a darkumentary
Darkest energy
Ra still live in me
Not surrendering
Monster

For da Brothaz

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes 

They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" 
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,

do, huh
I trapped and it changed my life
You trapped and all that you got was blues
If I don't OD or get killed by a weapon and die of old age
Would

Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine

As we gaze into each others eyes
Not caring about the passers by
Your blue eyes they sparkle bright
As bright as the stars under the sky
We walk

aint even worth a cheffing get tun wit the Bat like tryfe
1-10 on deck ima hunter like kite
Couple guys been put in the sky
And they cant go ack like

touched by some bloke
Cause you're too insecure since your friends are abusers, you choked

Listen
Brit rappers spit American accents
Then wonder why they

the race they just wanna fly homie
X2

I just wanna ball, I just wanna ball
Visit Prague cause I wanna bid
Overseas where I wanna live
Shorty bad but she not

like Penelope
Committed to discerning the roots of my dissident ways
Since 17, my mind been bogged by Babylon energy
She said my strokes are like

for the ventricles
The greats die young
But they live to tell the game to you
When I got that 100k
Had to get 'bout ten more
Living life like day to day