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I'm gonna be great.
Streets led to funeral calls. I looked to God now I pray.
I'm trying to run me up a check so them Bluefaces can't fold
So tell me

Stay with my stick
So I hope a fuck nigga don't try me
I'm a take out his eye like itachi
He tryna post up he gone die
I ain't doing karate
Hell nah

Old Jack, the fisherman, and even Chuck, the freak
To join the holy jamboree, and it would last a week!

Grandma danced, my brother sang
My lovely

trynna brush up on my teeth
Just trynna slip a lil something on my feet
Ain't gone be able to grab nothing to eat
Pull out my jack got a couple

Young Nigga
Keep ya head up
Essential grind get ya bread up
Even tho people around you
Stunting And yo paper
Feel like some bread crumbs
Just stay

A Deck Of Cards

T. Texas Tyler

Great Country, Vol. 1

2013

taken up next
Those of the boys who had a prayer books took them out
But, this one boy had only a deck of cards
And so he spread them out
The Sargent

is feeling talkative
My name is brought up, doesn't matter what the topic is
Didn't think I rap? Bitch I flow like "boom boom bap"
Bitch I come from

Talkin’ about it you know that I got it
It don’t even matter, I’m back to the catalog stackin’ up
If I was you I would jus’ back it up
For beats Ima’ addict

wrote this
All I know is, you came to me when I was at my lowest
You picked me up, breathed new life in me, I owe my life to you
But for the life of me, I

y'all just featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac

Beefin' with us? We're leavin' you

race I'm the first one to finish
I don't needa warm up I'm shoot my shot
Everywhere on the court that's my spot
And I'm hot
I'm not 21 but did a lot

made nigguhs copy the wave on some scanner shit
I’m yelling Q wat up (Q Wat Up) What they gon do with us (What They Gon Do?)
You from chiraq I’m from New

far
I hope we grow another
For our brothers in the booth
But just like karma
We must tightened up the group
So much love but much less to give
For

Z-z-z-z, pop go the landscape
Belly-up throwing socks at the fan blades
One o'clock
Dummy lock eyes with a mickey mouse pancake
Pox on his tipping

getting ready for the weekend
Cancer sign, we coming up on your season
Don't like to go out but you always find a reason

You like to shop now
Shop till you

what I want, if you knowing me
Doing whatever it takes to keep going up
Opposite Edgar Allen with the poetry
How else you planning on growing potent

so sad
You're never livin' up to what you say compared to what you do well you're so bad
Alas, I gotta do what's best for me
Even if my flesh is achin'

it's my dog days so, bitch, back up, fore I bite 'em
What a time to be alive, I found the route despite the crossways
Stepped aside and realized bout

Englishman On Holiday [Live]

Thunder

Thunder at the BBC 1990-1995

just can't walk away

This morning I woke up inside a cell
They dragged me screaming out of my hotel
I don't remember what it was I did
But I've got

on trust
Hand sanitizered up
Crammed inside a stuffy flat all fired up
Sad and High as fuck
Jack inside the cup
Acting like a mutt
In a dissatisfying rut
I

woke up in the morning it's a new day
You know
I just woke up this morning, brush my teeth
looked in the mirror and said dawg you that nigga
Like I

shopping[00:09.77]He do as I say he don't ever be stopping[00:11.59]cause I'll Jack his wallet and show him What's Poppin[00:13.34]So stop all that talking[00:14.18]You

containment
Like I said this evil is resident
It all begins on a fucked up train
On a dark scary night in the wind and the rain
And Rebecca and Billy are slowly

of these niggas
Asking what's up with my figures
Put a buck on my swisher
Want a cup of my liquor
I be ducking these niggas
Cause they be clutching my gold