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my life there’s going to be

My life torn by darkness, I’m willing to die
No more to mirror I'm going to lie
I'm going to take back my knife and my gun

a transmission
No cat can match me
I'm passing fastly - who's half as nasty?
I got it locked from here all
The way to Cak-a lacky
But keep a Mac for Scrappy

Hundred Days is on the way!
And I'm here to stay


Guess I'm back in my bag but
You gon have to double this one, I done got my weight up
We just made it

and lacerations,
Divide the rations of happy payments,
To help who need me in times of sadness,
Don't see the radness in fakes,
But I'm coming on back to my

Take it to the bank, finna bang it like Im D Rose

I got my girl in the back, she cool
All of my diamonds are magical
Run up on me like a savage, homes
I

They'll set you up and get you out of here
God got other plans for me so my adversaries are not here
This is a ride I got to take by myself 
Cause everybody

the back into pieces
Today’s biggies birthday I can feel him in my speeches
Possessing every word helping burn up the meters
Hope you’re ready to die
Cuz

creep
Knock a nigga out got me fighting like creed
I knock the pussy out put it dead to sleep
Bitch I'm a raqboy, raqboy
In my city never lack boy, lack

(green)

Paper, tree, 
Money, weed,
My bank account on low low
But I live by a creed

I got the sticky in my right hand
With my keys in my left
Not gon

foreign bitches out the ride I tell them its national pride
Bahama mama by my side and you know that she gon slide
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my

See back in Wilson
I wasn't cared for
By my peers or my self
that shit was hard dog
I moved to Edison and now I feel on top
Of all the pain
At least

Bin Laden

Three 6 Mafia

Da Unbreakables

2003

to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve

Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that

to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve

Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that

by teachers who usually weren't my skin tone
All I ever wanted was to go and stand out
Thinking if I used my voice I would make my fam' proud
Always

back and put my feet up
Racking these P's, stacking my cheese like a pizza
I feel at ease, got a three piece, packing like Jesus
I say what we'll

White Girl

Juvenile

Project English [Clean]

2001

the message to the fucker at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch ain't got my dice for me then I'm sorry
But I'ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I

battle on creed
Gracious wit my energy
No I'm not sleeping my way in these dreams 
Cause it's somewhere I gotta be at the top of the peak where they can't

the future who defeats Warlock
Who Bringing hip hop back just leave it to me
So eager to be,You don't go hard in the paint you get 3 in the key
Who spit it

double up my fist
He got a friendly welcome
Dragged the people off in chains
We'd be a whole lot better off if
He sank off the coast of Spain

On the Ivory

Harden
Flame a Nigga up I'm known as a arson
Backwoods full of trees got my lungs full of ganga
These Niggas too weak they changing on their patnas
My

Tin Tin
I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the tin pan
God, there's got to be another way

Well, who

Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip
I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran
We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark

Got a hideout
Day in day out
Mistakes I made
Can't take em back
Lost track 
Now where you at
Mistakes I made
Can't take em back
Lost track 
Now where

We pull at dark
Can't fuck with a shorty
Who play with my heart
Got me a 40
I'm sipping it well
Ain't talking to bitches
They put me through hell
She