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much I wrote
Scribbles starting to feel like a black coat
Etched word by word right onto my throat
'Til they all spill out or I choke, man
Just breathe,

a goat
Now I'm bagging Chanel for my girl
She's a hoe, I'm on low
Joint is blowed, I don't know (Huh, huh)
Thuggin' by myself (Skrr)
I'm lonely rider

But, girl I'm trying to fuck
And its best that you watch your step
Before you fall in love
I get brainwashed by your neck
Keep my clothes on when I'm

and butter and butter and marmite
I'm watchin' the telly
This uttering, spluttering nutter who's running our country is all shite, alright
You can love it

wounds are set, In stone, can't ditch my past
If i had a girl for support and love, With a heart just like me
But i can't rely on someone else, to make my

Kaapstad (the what)
The ouens raak kwaad coz the kinnes smaak us
Dames, you look flawless
Let’s take a long trip (to where) to Hermanus
Cupid love gun I’m

just letting the breeze run By my cheeks
Thinking I don't need nun But some air pods and R&B cuts
Radiating love so I receive much from the source asking

The car start without a key
Fake love pops out the dark when it's R-IP
(I swear) every time I look in the mirror
It's a star I see (A star)
HBK in 2010,

to fuck with Drunk
Knocking down niggas and the girl sees the lump
Shit is real, yes, I'm hitting hard like steel
I'm coming through your town so it's

Yeah
Me and Jonah yeah we poppin off
Summer's ours we not droppin off
If you hate it we can call if off
Just remember when we packin cars
We not

I be there thru it all, win, lose, or draw
Winter, spring, summer, fall
If we fly or if we fall
Until we at the crossroads
Every road we go across

a life that's fell into shambles
Every day I wake up financial gambles
Last wolf out the pack still last to scramble
Still moving my own weight here to set

closer
Music hot like Testarossas, earning props and love from all over
Now the drunk love getting sober, all a sudden she want me to HOLD UP
Studio sesh,

Shit on You [A Cappella]

D12

Shit on You [US CD]

2000

guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away

ain't learning it step-by-step
It's Beast Coast, we the murderous set
We raining fire, and I don't mean the burners and techs
You gotta love it, all 47

let your bitch set thе play
Then she dyin' with you
Two-three set this money on the floor
I'm like I'm slidin' with you
Only ARP's in this whip
It ain't

Gotta play erry season
Get da season
Finna cook up uh special
You know it's needed
We set plays day by day
Niggas setting plays erry weekend
Fuck you

to keep up with the Joneses
Motherfucker them is my cousins
She out here gettin' love drunk
But I'm stone sober barely buzzin'
Baby don't trip
I will take

Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to fuck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla

Bullets got him lagging make a lil nigga glitch
Love the fam and I promise that I never switch
And if I got it then I make all my brothers rich
I know it

to fuck it up, I should get a cease and desist

By tomorrow, hell, the cat might pull up and charge you
The clique with me, nigga, might pull up in charter

showed you His Love
And use him Son reveal am
When He hung Him up on that cross
Your price was paid, dey bill am
Now the Father calls you His own
And he

step aside, it's time to introduce myself
I'm T the Luni
surrounded by doobies
condoms and groupies, love me more then they do Lucchi
(you do your

inhibitions and I'm wishin' that I wasn't but the whiskey is abundant
So I'm plunging right back to the deep end and I love it
Next evenin' say fuck it like I