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or response I never sent (yeah)
Whatever had you thinkin' we were ever friends? (Tell 'em, man)
I admit I should've been done trusted then, now I resent

they fear what they don't know mad at what they can't hold
Cant venture where strong go Im a different breed of man 
This that narrow road flow boy I'm

Get em sky high talking high rise shit
Boy I got the glock can't hide my shit
Shawty bout to blow ticking time bomb shit
In my spaceship bout to fly

you mad?
Pussy boy bring it on, I don't stab backs.
Show me some teeth, don't look glad
He seeing red, I paint it black.
They ain't nothing like

Dogg Pound 4 Life

Snoop Dogg

15 Years on Death Row

2006

reck'
Even though I knew he had a Mac 10, know I gave a fuck 
And stuck the TEC out the window ready to let loose 
Get some gin and juice and then tell

Symptoms of Insanity

Esham

KKKill the Fetus

1993

got caught
A skitsofranitc, somebody panic, is it just mad at me? 
Don't understand it G, I got the symptoms of insanity

The symptoms of insanity,

don't bounce you get blown blown
Tryna' frown like you won't get found
Somewhere down town
By a killer in the inner city
And where you ride around

For

just think concentrate before you complicate 
Matters with that chitter-chatter 
Your talents no challenge 
I have mastered, can tell by the twitching

Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga

Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey

game like I am EA 
Fuck the judge and the DA 
Mad because I'm a young buck tryin' to get big bucks 
Knuck if you buck talkin' smack don't make me have

(woo!)
Stomping on the motherfucking pedal, tell 'em get fast
Feeling like Tracy, last name McGrady
Last nigga ran up, tried to catch a fade, B
Pulled out

Down

Juelz Santana

From Me to U

2003

career's blowing up
Going up, holding up, and your's is (going down)
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says your

that catch 'em, wrap 'em and gun 'em down
Seeing me, I be fresher without the effort
And I see a bitch I want, I get loaded, and then I catch her
Look,

up)
Ayy, catch 'em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (shoot it up)
Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, Double Dutch (ayy)
Ayy, lil bro over

comin' for my
Dogs in the morning and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn
Me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder

spilled my cup but Im not Wayne
They were fucking up if they
Thought I was lame
They just mad at me cuz I got game
If we don't talk boy, you a lame
How Im

and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah, we got A-M-M-O but you get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics, that my

But I've been bold enough to blow out a few speakers
And people get mad whens it's lacking few features

I don't smoke gas, got my shit chrome
Keep

Luca Brasi Intro

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

Cannon, loaded MAC 11
Tell the ho you're with that you'll disrespect me
But probably really won't ever
I run shit, no effort, walk by faith, I'm careless
No

Bitch do I look stupid
I heard she a friend of yo friend
So I'm like how you doing
She fucking for the image
Don't it get confusing
You can see pain

Hollywood Whore

Machine Gun Kelly

Hotel Diablo

2019

soul?
It's cold, I'm low
I'm caught between the roads
Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow

Uh, yo, how could you look me in

good
Niggas wanna try 'em, 
Couple niggas from the hood you know how that go, 
Niggas say you don't fuck wit em, 
Truth be told wen I hustlin' I ain't

your homies gone
He wanna know me I don't know the boy
And niggas be cappin like Soulja boy
Choppa keep clapping
I fell asleep in the trap took a nap

my boys is dogs like roof (dog like, dog like)
Tell her the truth I'm gone get it Alley-oop (yup)
Hey lil bro, we can go toe to toe
I can fuck your hoe