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gon make it big bitch
Fuck on that bitch
We gon pull up with the stick
You know that we run dat shit
Lil baby know she a freak
Walking down the street

a shooter
You somebody that I’m dying to meet
So I can spread your body parts on the street
Listen, it’s Little Manson, I’m tryna explain
I spit shit that

how it's so fuckin loud when it's silent
Look.. He got house full of guns and I only got one
Dumb Rap niggas talk about this shit like it's fun
You can

go to jail and eating your baby mother's shit

Strap up, then you get to thinking, what the fuck is this
Hundred rounds down for a clown and a sucker

your man, you just a cracker, baby

Know she is the thot, but she want things on silver platter
You can get it if you line him up to get that head

arms just open legs and lips
I'm talking bout the ones between ya waist and hips
You gave me shots ya best believe I'm taking it
I don't care about your

moving up and getting mine finna make me a plate
I only got one life to live so I'm taking it day by day
Till it's taken away
Ahmad
I been killin' mix

hurt, we laughed till ribs hurt, called him a bitch
Hard to talk with your mouth full till you in the front seat
He said
I see how you've docked it inside

out the water
Like it's Jason
We don't need role models, we need innovation
I'm tellin' you, I feel it in the air
Ventilation
Black Soprano Family,

true design
Gifted cause the Deep gave me mine
Its Elyone when we unify
When you unify
When you unify

BIRTH AFTER BUCK
Moon light, sassafras, muscadines

my choice and gave myself to God 

I’m gonna teach you 

What it really means baby the devil has been deceitful 

Cuz he been tryna keep you 

But I

it's Christmas. Pussy is tastin delicious
She wanna ass on her wish list. I told her fitness. Come on lil' baby now listen
I'm in a trap like

Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war
You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war
You

makes me think of you

Check it out
The thoughts of your honeypot are just too much to take
I'm faking like I can wait to indulge in my next taste
But

thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young

say I'm too young, shit, I think it's perfect timing
Cause Dreamers Stay Young, shit, and I ain't staying quiet
It's Full Volume, baby, I'ma put

I wanna see the best side of me
I know it is, ooh ah, yeah, baby

Niggas say they outside
But with no place to go they say, "Ran'
You look young"

Check these streets for lil ant, bet you find out I got rank hoe
Ion want the bitch cause I found out she a stank hoe
Crackas always hot it's free lil

Song's full of broken words Same thoughts, the truth on what I'm living
Cause I'm running on the same course And you're riding on that same horse

of the
Kids who walk the street
The junkie with a baby in her womb
Numb beneath the stranger in her room
But then I took a step and with
It I walked past

Don't Do That [Amended Album Version]

Saigon

Entourage: Music from and Inspired by the Hit HBO Original Series

its burning my chest like hot lava
Verbally im a rotweiler you gon learn to respect me
Cuz you aint even a doberman you a german shepard
And thats

Tell Dat Ta Dummies

Andre Nickatina

Gun-Mouth 4 Hire: Horns and Halos, Vol. 2

a dart right through your heart
And see my life will come apart
I like to party in the dark
So baby how you gonna start?
The music's loud, I kick it live

bleed

From yuh keep it real me heart clean
But fi dutty badmind me grusome and evil
From yuh start achieve them start pre
So me roll by meself me devn

surrounding me
I prowl the streets and kill you
For a quarter ounce of weed

Drive by rollin' through the east side
4 or 5 hoodlums with them thangs rolling