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bitches come home
Alone in my crib
So let me ad lib
Zoom with the whip
Now let's take a trip
Down memory lane
Let me tell my pain
I work for my dream you

the stress
Cause so many homes gone and I pray for the rest
Tryna drink away the pain of a manic depressed
So take a picture it'll last longer
All of my

Dawg I been quite too long I been trying run dis money up & get it by my lonely (money money) 

Bitch you hoe up in these streets dawg dem niggas really

the oppressed how to protest 
Cops still won’t serve and protect 
They see my skin color think Im a threat 
Kill us & get sent home with a check 
If we kill them

my list, no family ties
Work, go home, shut the door, jump in the four by four
Breeze off in the night sky, come back when it's light time
Back again

can get by
he stealing we cut off his hand let him die
Aint having no time to play
Pick up the load in a different state
Still going I aint taking

jawns, my peanut butter jelly make a sandwich with em
Her ex was talking hot until the automatic hit em

Couple of 9s on call ready to run in your home

Okay
I'm on the edge like Triple H, aye aye
Seen them crackers kill my people, I go ape, aye aye
You can't save me, if you could, you'd be too late

wit no maricon
Fake bitches Fake Niggaz yall should stay home
Ridin with my attitude the world made get rude
Mug like nigga don't get killed in yo

ain’t trying to leave my drink alone
Cus all this girls just tryna trap a brother
I am not the type of nigga you be taking home to mama no

It’s hit

find my way back home
You say that you loyal well i need to see
Blinded by love couldnt see the deceit
Shit i took a few losses to get on my feet
Paid

love, want a real thing
We caged birds, song still sing
Be caged birds
Songs never see the light of day
Cut my wings off and I fly away
Crossing

it stop!
(You got me so) Worked up!
(I'm pullin my) hair out!
Hey! I'm about to hit somebody!

Let go!
Somebody just
Help me out!
Why can't you just

One on One

Lil Jon

Reggaeton Remix

2005

and Kaine, ready for combat
Ying Yang, Inglewood, that's our home
It could be on, we ready for war so let's get it on
Plus we maintain, put one in your

some shrooms and now I'm on a trip
I know y'all are waiting for my return home
My life is not a game I'll throw you into the inferno 
By Dante and one

B.G.)

Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off

Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's
I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar

from the brothers who be acting hard, you say whats on for the night, I say Im into you, let ride a 4 door drop to me its still a coupe, cruise the city,

neva steppin leave you sweating when you see my weapon
Hope you learned a fucking lesson
Next time there won't be redemption

Taking a couple shots

grounded and retained substance
Took a step back and gave it some judgement
Thought I was stuck where I didn't wanna be


I imagined things differently
I had

without giving you a gift

My hair will grow again
You don't care, will you
My hair grows very fast
It's Christmas, Jim. Let's be happy

You don't know what

burn this shit
Go home and write down
Everything they missed

Alternative narrative
Re-processing imperative
I was never my parents nor what they did

fit it
With your fine ass baby I love the way It be sitting
Wine glass red or the white or what you be sipping
Time pass out of them clothes next thing

breach

I will never let it go
My hands stronger, blow by blow
I will talk to all thy know
And speak through messages unknown
Can't wait too long
Can't be

Drag King Bar

Bitch & Animal

What's That Smell?

would be a two
By the end of the night tonight

then he used the line that works everytime
He said hey is this seat taken?
I said no he said let's go
I