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I'm peepin' through your window
Took out all your kinfolk
Now I'm fucking coming
To put you in a body bag

Young Metro didn't trust you
Hell I

the world is ending
Ouu I feel that shit right here, hehe
This is a new generation
We as ama2000's are taking the world by storm 
But the question still

down by the ones I've trusted
How can I believe there's justice
Every time I thought man fuck this
In here I've never known what luck is
Go through

to the streets is a damn shame
Young and reckless bitch we untamed
Keep the money as the main thing
Member trapping on the A train
Pushing from city to city

sing opera sounds, choppa Go round and round, cuz
Growin' up, I was a young and Tryin' to get paid
Sticks by my side, but I ain't scared To throw fades

young warlock
When she tell me that she love me yeah it's all that I got
When she tell me that she love me, yeah I pray that it's fake, that it's fake

become a victim out here
Trying to mistake me for pray
Promise you niggas choppas stay on deck
And a hunnit shots gon lead the way Catch me slipping
Not

talkin', better change lanes
Hangin' out that window, y'all better pray, y'all better change lanes
Hoppin' out in traffic, you know that we dropping niggas

L, S, and D
I was sixteen selling the sheets
Pure L for the cheap
Never gone sell if it's weak
Bunk shit don't sell in the street
Young L was a G
And I

on the way
They already know, so we ain't gotta say
Take a call from my lawyer, endorsement deals on the line
I just might by another 'Bach if my accountant

life is, this life is, this life is crazy

Remember love letters in the lockers, butterflies got ya
Mind in a trance trying ask her to the dance
But time

introspection i I lack

Too tired to pray
Constantly weighed down by yesterday
Tried to fix it quick times my enemy
No time outs Gods no referee 

My body's frail

took the train home
Only way to go
Over top train roll that's why my mama pray for
And by the grace of god I swear this what I came for
Gotta set

crushed that pray mantis
A crime punishable by death that would put your name on the list
rumor is that Santa Claus compiles pages worth of information
but

man

Pull up my gun
They ain't ready
For the Crackie
With the baddie
Right by his side
Shootin' up, up, Shootin' up
Better call your daddy next time

Decide
Babe your everything I see why
Your like a breath of fresh air I hope you breeze by
AAHH
I had this girl who would two time me
But at the same time

can dream again I wake up every day
And pray that we can see again only this time
That we in sync like we a pizza man only my
Family and love can get

knocking me down
Yet his love for me was forever bound

Here I sat at age thirteen
The smoking lungs that left me seen
In hopes he'd see I was young too
This

up, shades on, nigga
Like I'm Johnny Cage

Don't rock a watch, cause I ain't got time for broke niggas
No
I'm in the streets, I ain't punchin' your

then I got several
You cross the line you think you special
I said oh no
In my own league, y'all don't know me
The score is 82 82 82 82 82 n 0
By my

Yeah, yeah yeah, uh and if you feel the vibe
Put your hands to the sky
And ride with the Kid
Southwest fly by and slide with the Kid
Uh huh, yeah

heres the darker seas
Pulling on the strings and telling me, I ain't got time to be
I listened to it and failed, so I felled on my knee
Pray to God, I'm

Crime Wave

Ganksta N-I-P

Psychotic Genius

1996

caution, take heed
The cops are always tryin' to make a young playa bleed
So wet them motherfuckers 'cause they do talk shit
We been gettin' slaughtered,

Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers