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And sometime I still feel that I can't get nothing I want
When it comes to love
That ain't no love
Can't mix that up with lust
Don't mix that up with trust
Don't

this green
If they want the smoke then I guess I'm a rasta
I mix my flows and my words in a pot and I just started stirring it like it was pasta
I wasn't

down ass hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'

They bitches with a punch bowl of weed, I call it bud in bed

they gon' die, you can see
Hungin' on my bitch, I didn't know it was her, shit
But she knew it was me Feelin' like Shaggy, bitch, yeah, it was me

Yeah,

let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice

Sold me out for 3.5 grams

of soaking it all in, and feeling alright
I wasn't even old enough to drive yet, it was hell
I had to put him on my handlebars and dump him down a well
I try

-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our

see them run
Police chases projects is maze wasn't able to catch some
Remind me the time i punch Quinton in his chess
Light chubby nigga fell

I'm floating, I'm floating, deep into the days of prime time
Driving down Central
Hit Tams like let's go, what I need a number 4
Fruit punch with

close
I wasn't certain where it was gonna go
But I was thinking she might really dig me
I got my nerve up was gonna make my move
She beat me to the punch

to steal the music until we got our Rights 
Now all our songs have copyrights 
Y'all feel me now, you copy, right? That's why I be like

If It Wasn't for

Highway Robbery

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword

2002

me, quick to bust off another
Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother
At least then you know that you up against G-O-D
So when we

It's easy take it
Push it pace it
Fuck no
Shit wasn't ah rush we made it
Looking at myself amazing
Did it by myself who saved me
One pace keep pace

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Raf Simons on my sweater
Mix it with Balenci leather
Make it rain in the strip club, I can change the weather
You

slid

If I don't got my gun punch that boi in his ribs 

If I don't got it on me the my shorty gon blast

If I know I can't shoot then you know I'm gon

on pack & punch, it go blam (pow!)
Me and my niggas get snotty, we causin' da jam (jaAam)
And these niggas they out so sad, gettin caught by 12, i dont give

know I went to action 
Dropped a song all by myself I did the mix and mastering 

Growing up the place I lived plus the way I looked 
It wasn't easy

I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two cups
Mix it up fruit punch
I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two blunts

You can run up nigga test ya luck
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
Trust me boy I don't give a fuck
[X2]

and me
c best friend or 10
We'll find contentment

I'm not picky, your not shy
She's not his girl
Your not my guy
Platonic driveby

Mix it up mix it up
Mix

you want
Is it karma, one two punch
She's a Heartbreaker
She's a Heartbreaker
Heart slaved, at war
Held me hostage
Take no more
Gimme the drink
Gimmie

game this is how We Do It wasn’t me, ask Shaggy & Scooby-Doo We slaughter pigs in winter to spread Swine Flu BIG O had done told you Mother-Fuckers have

to see the way
You shine is by the starlight
It's alluring, I think it's a trap
I can't seem to take it back
Every second I'm not near you is
One I never

yall stop sittin, look at grandma gittin it, we just havin fun baby, don't spill the punch
step by twos,we the news of the place, yourcousin over there