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Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
eyes
'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do
And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side
I, I love you
Please say you
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
live off of three words: release and fire
Y'all described in three words: weak and tired
When I go to war, I don't mean I beat this guy up
I mean I
Brain on drugs
Fed eggs over runny
Got it on my own
Dont believe in lucky
Imma always eat
Geanie rub my tummy
Bubblegum kush
Everything seem funny
Live by
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
I know you
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
nothing new
Can't get cuffed by the blues so I
Stay on point and move this food
My nigga D1 way too loose
Done ducked down YC, kermit too
Fuck all the cyber
wanna say bye
Rather have you by my side
Rather our hands reaching by
Rather have you by my side
Wonder where we're going
We don't wanna know it
Say you
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
Shawty so cold losing my mind
Drop it real low baby wine wine
Now we just cruising in my ride
Never get confused she by my side
Girl I love it when
you’ve been playing on my mind
and I do believe it’s time we got serious
HOUSE FOR SALE
(Peter Sando)
Down at the end of Sycamore Lane
there’s a three
The truth
But we call the truth another name
We call Him Jesus
The Son of Man the Word become flesh
Came to live among those doomed by death
He claimed to be
what i told
Fire in my flows, that's lava in the dojo
I pin em down and let em choke
Find me by the ring side
Ng'meno F.L.I what a guy
Without my records
Or is it just another fucking hood?
I'm having talks with my nigga Little
G from down the street
And the nigga been dead for three weeks
I'm going crazy,
stronger when
I've got you here with me
I've got you
By my side
I've got you here with me
I've got you
I've got you
Three years going strong
Look
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
plus it smoke speci
Three thousand full pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in the spurs, that's faster
is life
The life we should have always lived since we were born
Creation of machines has gone and out the door
Automate my lungs
Live like the breath
Cause I
Yeah I
Oh my
I might slide
I might slide
Cause I
I can't lie
I'm kinda tired
Of making this drive
Down the south side
Of the 405
If it's
Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live
the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
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