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sunkist I'm on mix
Wock and red
This a Glock 40 on me but it's a .9 in the head
It shoot both of 'em
I be havin' modified guns
Transform somethin',

organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore

the hood and back. Look at me I stayed on track, oh the streets and industry miles that I done racked, done did jail but not the Penn' and for brothers who

3rd Coast

Z-Ro

Z-Ro vs. the World

2000

signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers
A click full of back breakers and more in a Studebaker

The Mo City don, I wave a truck like

Where's the Party At

Bomfunk MC's

Burnin' Sneakers

2002

Where's The Party At



Be be-boys!
And be be-girls!
The red neck _____
Of this world!
Celebrating the flow,
The boogey back ___,
The one's that make

up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot

Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two

Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food

and get paid
Take my wife and dogs on a small getaway
Come back with a few racks
Make it a holiday
Dollars pay for a lot of things
But I know money ain't

Raised by the streets, no father no big brother 
Racist police shooting us cuz our skin color
New Jack city my hood is what The Carter is
Bitches having

'Cause I'm sitting here overthinking, writing you a goodbye card
Bottle of Jack I'm drinking, how can I start this line off
By the time that you hear

Look, ayo really got no other option
Just live by the code and plot the hole
A pot of gold don't have
To compromise my soul pies get sold
Proceeds is

Fear No Man

L-Burna

Thug By Nature [Clean]

2001

doin' this day by day 
On the race to become that jack of all trades 
Had it all made 
But, nigga, when the tough got goin', and goin' got ghost 
You

What am I smoking I don't know Jack
Don't fuck with the Feds and that is a fact
I'm working the field Delino DeShields
Shit's getting real get

wavy and it pays me
Then you can get up on it (Maybe)
But there's vane in these veins
There's pain in this fame

And it's a lot of bull shit so they can

My mother said 
I can't swear
And I don't fucking care

Give me my money back
'Cause mah money doesn't help
Yelp, yelp, shit like this overwhelming

that way
(That way)
Being heartless gets you paid

She bald where the goodies at that Shaolin monk
She been listening to Mix A Lot got junk in the trunk

but she didn't know
On IG I stil Pree her  

Yo
Mix the pure water with a lot of ice
It's hot
Get the hydration right
Got girls like Fela I wanna wife

them rockin' my kicks 

I'm like shit that is amazing
Last year I had a nine percent 
In reading taught by Mrs. Baisden 
Come a long way considering I

Smoke a little this and drink a little that
We done said and did things that we can’t take back
I got a lot on my mind, so I say it on the track
So I
Row

shackles for chains 
Thats that New age enslavement 
Lift ourselves by the bootstraps 
And kick us of the plantation 
Just to keep all us down 
With that Jim

lighting
You come like thunder
I come too cold
I come too cold like the artic tundra
So I'm looking all gravy saucey maybe
Not in ap , doing up ab
Cursed by

should
All these pills and wild emotions, think that I'm misunderstood
Lookin' back at it,
I was only 16
Solve it with a blunt or mix your problems with

the game 

Playin for keeps 

(V1)
This that 
Kick back 
Roll up that loud 
No lames Allowed 
If you dancin' you wild 
I’m faded 
I’m straight 
Turnt down up

fitness
I ain't ever been no witness
Siid got the mix on chemist 
Every record sound so Guiness
Surrounded in a circle full of winners 
& my niggas are my

they know me I want the money by any means
RIP gma Im living dreams I seel bitches fast like lighting Mc queen
Im in the trap in a wraith hoe mix up