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Ayy, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here, man
R.I.P. them niggas, haan

Used to ride the front of the bus now I'm in the back

Conspiracy Theories

The Psycho Realm

A War Story

Satan is the ruler of the modern day
We fight angelic wars where 
My block attacks yours
Numbed by the drugs that are sold 
On street stores

the name that I go by
Cass ke mang mshiman'?
Flow too crazy
I got the people thinking I’m a psycho guy (Habashwe)
You can catch me in my Bentley coupe with

This is a steal 
This be unreal 
50 Excalibur? 
Outa my way 
I got my weapon 
Prepare for doomsday 
Call it a box cutter one more time 
Be cuttin' more

You Want Bitch I'm still in the hood fifty pounds in the trunk

Don't come over here trying spin on my block don't come over here tryna spin out no car

IMITARLO Y VOS SOLO CON TODO ESTAS LIMITADO, LIMITS HAGO COMO WHITNEY, FIFTY CAROS, BIGGIE, LICKING CHICKS LIPS, SPEAKING IN BIBLICS, KEEPING THE LYRICS BUT

show no pity
Look at my neck, hella slippery
This shit cost 150
Fuck what it costs, makin' a loss
Look in the mirror and look at a boss
Aim for the top i

a nigga touch a few milly
Im talking every week flying to a new city
Til the safe full of hundreds and them new fifties
They wanna leave a nigga stiff like

rap, let' really talk gwop mane
Those small diamonds, watch more than that Roc chain
Pinky cost more than that whip that you're riding in
My bracelet

I do with a grin
If you gon' be fake, just stay fake to the end
This shit gon' send 50, call it mini-men
You say you my nigga, but you only hit me up

gonna clean my slate by being honest 
Heart on my sleeve pride in my pocket 
Yea I had it all but I also lost it
I may have made millions never turned

20s to the 50s I be ridin' in that foreign
Hangin' out for  slim in Jojo world Pull up to the dip, I had three or four whores
How is niggas, killers

Take Me Away

4th Avenue Jones

Hip Hope Hits 2005

2004

away
Don't wanna see us ling good
Wanna take it away
Get my momma out the hood for it take her away
Chop game like it's wood, cause' it's paper

my cash shit
So gimme all yo fifties
Watch me flip it
Then I'll stash it
Leave it for our babies
Guarantee life won't be passive
Fuck living by

through
Rappers call me they uncle
And if I'm repping my jungle
Dirty Jerz in ya house
Sit thirty birds on ya couch
Put more than words in they mouth
I'm

Walk his ass down, he was livin' for nothin'
Can't come to my hood, he get booked for his gun (uh)

All this shit (took your gun, go walk somethin'

Gurls Wit da Boom

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia

2005

cause the Issey smell good on me
Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave
Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve
Rubbin on my dick,

hood rich
Real shit
Heard about lil homie dog
He real snitch
Got 10,000 of pills
For 50 a pop
Sold them in the streets
For 2 a pop
That's 20,000
Came

fifty years
It's drank city, bitch, we don't sip beer
Hundred rocket missiles in case
A nigga got ears poppin at your temple
It don't matter where it hit

Happiness I always blow it up
So I'm sorry if I put you in a bad predicament
It was never my intention to come off
As some malignant person
Draining from

Навстречу летит желтоглазая "Тахома",
За рулём (drive-by) — безумец.
Справа слышу крики,
На площадке суета,
Все звёзды худа на месте.
Пацаны играют 3x3,
Из-за

night, kick, push, gotta skate
Tony Hawk 900, Big time young stunner
All this ice, kid chill, might freeze by summer
All this money in the way, NSYNC like

how
It's the connections by anything self respect
You were a church youth faced with death
I’m a rise until my casket
Drop my last breath
5 star general

the heavy metal rock stars (rock stars)
Grew up, sick with it threw up
My whole hood Crip wit it so I shoulda blew it (Blu)
And I did funny thing is I wish