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I got mad love for all my niggas
Shorty got that bad love for all my niggas
If you need to vent dog just call a nigga
I know they just be waitin' for

smoke get it sponsored by Bic
Dirty bastard in that mother fucking kitchen
I can turn a Vic straight to a brick (whip, yeah, whip)
Man with a plan

Uh 
Doing my best cuz it might up being my last
Just swerving vics in the class while hoping that we don't crash
Steppin' out in some shit that

If you ain't fucking with young Darlington you dead
Came from the Mud where my mud
Ice tray gang that's a must
Make a bitch wet fill a tub
Diesel

to trust
I'ma playa and a skater, I'm a motivator
I'ma trapper and rapper, gettin' to the paper
If you ain't showin' love, nigga, you a hater
You a peon,

on Vic Falls
Got no time to Pick calls
But if it's an emergency I might just need a burner on me
Somebody told me take a cab to John Hunt way
You might get

damned if I break
Tisk, tisk, my Capriccio is Cristal
Gotta SaveMoney, shout out to Vic now
When you see me I'll be dripping like a pond now
Meet me in

their hearts when they play out in the park
In a territory marked by gangsters who love to spark
Ricochet and miss their mark when they hear that pit bull

grips on the tires

I do murder my murder dance

And set the city on fire 

Bands in my pants 

Shoot ya 

If ya call me a liar

Got em in a trans

While

jealous and they probably envious
Of the shit that i got and one thats by my side
Probably because i found my ride or die
So i wont let them fuck up my damn

Un-huh
You have nothing to do with higher
Nah Oh we goin' up
But everybody can't go
Everybody can't go
Build it brick by brick
If it don't happen quick

fucked up already by
Purpin' off computers
If I take my mask off he won't have a future
You wanna survive you gotta maneuver
Your whole team hurting u

bogart,
 slaps open most hearts, prick I pick off nose guards
Froze 
No flows no bart, 
no ticket, no charge, 
no kick it, no chart 
(You are a vic

don't
B... B... Beats by Fury, Quad
Me I ain't never been a silly hoe
Come with the bulshit find what you looking for
Talking that slick shit running yo

1 dead
Aye 9 year old with Aye lead leg
We need elevation quick
Word to my nigga Vic
If niggas forget they physics
Let the Secky shit
I hear niggas

Check the Clock

Grap Luva

The Essence of J. Rawls

2001

leave them lies unstated yo
We descendants of kings and queens
Instead of fodder for the cop scenes, know what I mean?
Can't form teams if we ain't

(Let's go)
If I'm on the east
I gotta get geeked, with my lil squeeze
She thick and petite (uh huh)
If I'm on the west, I'm chasing a check
I only

as hell
I say I'm anointing
Bitches called annoying
That shit hurt in my groin
But I'm still growing
Really I'm persistent
And consistent
If you wanna trip

Produced by VicGotEmBouncin
Yeah Uh Yeah
I need you for me
Something you aint see
I let you go free
your loss
I need you for me
Something you aint

stayed in school and got that education
If you don't you working in your momma basement
And all that stuff you talking you going have to face it
I need

that Satan's hatching and meant
For evil me and Broseph rollin in the Crown Vic
Cruising through Park Heights discussing how the Lord moved
Spit over

V V: This is your reporter Vic Venus, 
 And we just made contact with the Achilles 13 moonflight
 Let's listen in as Commander Rah Rah puts his

up
Hold up
My nose stopped up
This ain't the cornona
Ima loner
But the flow sick like vicks in the aroma
Rocko on the mix like Vic on the controller

guns, stack funds
We run up in that house 
I'm from the dirty dirty south
So pardon my dirty mouth
If these other rappers talking
Then I'm who they talk