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program giving soul food
I seen fake thugs waving arms like the lines of a polygraph test
Just to get chipped by liars that they couldn't detect
The speech

(Yeah!)
I hypnotize you with a little strip tease
And then judo chop, I'm swinging on you like the sixties! (Yeah!)
You're defenseless; my rhymes can't be

a razor for your veins
Ima burn it all down I got smoke for 60 days
Take your shots
Im diging plots
Going gold for all you dirty little thots
Advice for exs

of Oz, down to the yellow brick road
Flip Mode!  Yo, we got this shit blowed
98 platinum an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter
Yo they owe me

when this pussies
Were trying to blame
Millions of comments by them and they're the same
They starting a flame, sadly they be begging for fame
And became

dream yeah
Sat by the beach, tell them pinch me yeah
I'm a beach boy like the sixties
And I got a little beach baby rocking with me yeah
She throw it in

Yo J, yo shit is crazy out here my nigga 
you should of came out here bro
I’m telling you if you ever need anything I got you
 
Surrounded by drug

the gas to a pot of gold[00:21.62]Mack em down got a lot of hoes[00:23.57]Do it big don't never fold[00:25.68]Bitch I'm Demo[00:26.99]What's

mud[00:26.72]I'm a stud you a bluff[00:27.60]Yeah my blood is too tough[00:28.42]Yeah you played yo lil game[00:29.24]But still I got control[00:30.17]I get faded

Go and drop his bitch
Since I know them boys listenin'
Let me pop my shit 'Cause I'm gettin' off
And that rose gold brick cost a brick of dog
If I go

Okay

St. Lunatics

Free City

2001

was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
From the T.V.s,

moves
Wrote this shit on the way to go make a slap
Two grizzies for a buck-sixty flat
But the shit I spat circulate the map
Generatin' racks
While you

Aye yall 
This is DJ Drew 
And I'm bout to get into a new record 
By man Big Haze produced by King James  
The One 

Uh my bitches hella photogenic

with you I always walk that fine line
Between the wine, dine and sixty-nine
You know I'll reply even when "offline"
You hurt me, boy why is you cryin

20 years crime, national decrease
But more unarmed shootings by police
Increase in White hate groups
Rose 813 percent
Just because we had one Black

the sentence
30 years behind bars off beans & spinach
From the block thru the desert storm prison form
60 mate living in dorms survival with arms
We made it thru

Offering and taking it back
Making a cut right on my neck
And i got too obsessed
Just by discovering that
Every friend is a fake
It is a covering act
I need

Gang Stories

South Central Cartel

South Central Cartel Latest and Greatest

2009

you're gettin' dropped like a sixty-fo'
I put my foot up in your ass so far
I'm leavin' prints on your neckline, signed Mr. Bogart

Another victim

and Upstate touring, rapping for my peers
Rikers Island and Upstate scoring, cut Em blood gone spill
Rikers Island and Upstate mourning, cut off by Securus

cars[01:44.60]I don't got this twisted sense of fame[01:46.08]I'ma humble bitch and I'm gonna get rich[01:47.63]By working, there's no easy way[01:49.33]I can't

clique[01:01.55]I top everyone that feels chosen[01:03.49]I fight every night to avoid rodents[01:05.40]By my side, 69, got the pussy sopping[01:07.24]Holding the bar

comin' in for the low
I call up the plug and he send me the load
Fucked up too many racks now I'm back in the mode
Imma bubba the kush, not Colombian gold

Triple 3's, my heart will never freeze
All these moments to seize
While I'm sailing the seas
Gone in 60 seconds
Like I am the breeze, blowing trees

I

Hard to know was love is we were only 16
Some can never find it till the age of 60
Cuter than a story that was wrote by Disney

I know I messed up
When I