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once won't cross me twice you cross me once that's end of line
Riding with sticks inside this car, 12 pull me over i'd do that time
When it start just

I just told you we rich
They said king they want that pain music
Alright
Look
I been taking care of family I ain't got no kids
You ain't ever felt

moving
I pray the message resonates before I pass away
That efforts today better tomorrows pathway
I'm simply running shit laxative
Think I got here by

I don't got any weeshka but I got a bunch of kief
So we can, we can roll a little something
And I can put a lot of kief on it
I got a bunch of kief

let fake people in my perimeter (Nah)
I know they talk about me when I'm not around
I don't play that shit, not even a little bit (No way)
Cross me,

The Guidelines

Aceyalone

A Book of Human Language

1998

as the flesh that you're embodied in
to the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve

he’d go.
Her parents were out and Johnny thought it was his chance
of figuring out a way to ask Jennette to dance!
He took a ride with Adam,
who was

gettin' colder
The world made me this way, my nigga I'm just a soldier
I got bitches on my phone asking for fashion nova
I don't need your love girl I need

bashin' websites, copyrights
Got publishers and patents, cuz we all wanna be flyin' in the lab
We up here like Madden, hope that the pigs gon' hear my Latin

want you dead I got one, two ways
I could slide by myself or get you sprayed
I don't need no beam I got good aim, lawyer fees stay ready and that's just

the shack
I'm sendin' her home in a Uber, no Lyft
She packin' the grabba, it's all in the spliff
Had this shit jumpin' the way I'm legit
But shit is just

pray to God nigga no
Everywhere I go, just know that gun go
Glizzy got a hundred shots, bitch look like Dumbo
Ain't no way you blockin' all these shells

brothers I'm not doing shit but just feeding my plate
My circle been small but the table got bigger I'm moving to higher estates

I came a long from a rap

The Day I Was Made

Silkk the Shocker

Made Mann

1999

[Intro]
Today, we have a serious decision that needs to be made for our family
There's a young cat out here that's growing old
Quick and fast in

two seconds through a nose dive
To a child that's not yet adult, a minor without keys
I played it melancholic-ally as I made my one wish, by

when I'm tired 
I keep on Dreaming on 
Then relight that fire 
But y'all just keep on sleeping on me
Always been Mr.lonely 
That's why I keep it lowkey

at all
Hang my jersey on the wall at the Fox Hill Mall (yeah)
We was young and just wanted to ball
Seen homies get sent to the juvenile hall (yeah)

send dirty texts to show me that they is a freak
Shawty just come over my way
Give me that top like it's Myspace
You can just pull up to my place
Ain't

the real
When we used to roll the clip like we need to peal
Feeling downtown now where I need to chill
With a high sound now that I need to feel

We just set

I'm here for you dawg don't repel
I'm sharing the money and wealth
We living in heaven not hell
I ran the block for the fun
Just to get jumped for my

Step to me, I'll smear ya
Think I fear ya? Bullshit!
Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit
Is there any way to break through the noise?
Was it

form is great
I'm built for pressure what are you
Took me all the way to twenty eight to figure who to choose
Who the fuck is really with me
Who just

the volume up, just slap that noise
everyone around me, live be free, do your own thang, you don't have to be me
what the woke ones see, is the good time haps,

whacked, that shit ain't nothin for a shooter 
Ahhhhh
imma smoke em blunt uh huh
dirty nigga, why yo pack smell like a skunk uh huh
Don't roll around witcho