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homie be scoring with ease 

Ain’t talkin hoopin I’m scoring PTs 

Pour up a Jordan 6 line of the rings 

Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3 

But I bet

protection
Done hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the game
While laying in the tub I heard them niggaz call my name
My 6'3 frame to be filled with bullet

Everybody got dope, but I serve the best
Everybody taking my shit
Shoot the 8 three times, I might break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm better than

Verse 1

Spring cleaning, found photo albums while unboxing; as a kid no TV playing Noggin
Cuzzin knockin' 15's playing Nas when
DJ Clue was a must

listeners relate
Let's put the beat back in, 6, 7, 8
This is the end of Opportunities
1 album, 2 album, is there a 3rd please
This bitch is going off again

finger looking like po
Were nearing the end of the album
This is it
We boutta hit yall with 3 more hot verses
And then love yis and leave yis
Its been real

backwood wit some diesel
I’m lookin for teq Tequila
Sippin on syrup by tha litter
Ride wit some racks & just ems

Im having Pills pounds & percs
Water be

Major Figgas

Lunasicc

A Million Words, A Million Dollars

1998

life of the rules say potna we leave families disastised.

*(chorus)* x2

Verse 3

Til my casket drops,
I'm a be steady pimpin, dippin,
doin my thangs,

code of the streets, these niggas got some Nerve
Raised by the internet, downloaded the curb, Uploaded an image, photoshopped it with drugs
Clubhouse

duplicated never
See you snakes up in the grass
You bitches really think you clever
I'm on my three six mafia shit
Lock a nigga in the trunk and shit
Camp

running through the 6
2 albums in, we're the best in this bitch 
All eyes on us, they expect us to miss 
Wasn't top 5, now we fucking up the list 
This that

some more motherfucking money
Okej ay försöker skjuta ned oss baby vi är bulletproof
Power pussies två punkt noll baby vi är en egen tro
Borde ha en egen

album with three lines
The blueprint, focus the bul
Now my pockets are full and my niggas are straight
Hold up, part in the flow, let me bet on this race

hit me told me burn up a beat quick
Smoke the bitch like I'm burning a 3 fifth
Boy we a mafia nothing like Three 6
Play and I'm right at your temple

myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's

Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience

2001

dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,

lie in the first place
In the first place
Cause we all know who’s been in first place
I’m at it while they sleeping tryna chase some goals
But I can’t

Airplane

Crucial Conflict

Good Side, Bad Side

1998

tryin to get (?) live off your veins 

keep blowin, flowin, growin now you floating like an airplane 

flying threw the sky some know we po pimpin

nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you

froze off of three cups, ayy
Bitch, our only downfall is that we up, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hatin' ass nigga
You broke as shit hatin' on the sideline
I got

Look how they did X, 3 albums, six movies and got him looking stress
Where's his money at? 
Or my homey Def, what up Mos? Did 16 blocks and look like

[Raekwon]
One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me
Three for you...
[Ghostface]
What? I'll smack fuck out ya
Smack fire out your fuckin

changin' the spot
Chains clangin' to rock
Diamonds clangin' to rock

You probably shouldn't call
I'm standin' 6'3" foot tall
All these racks lookin' like

“Fuck the judge!”
It's worth the fight, but it ain't worth the grudge
I've already owned 3 houses, I've already dropped 4 albums
What else should I do