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had no love for him, nigga we solo
Passin out bullets like they promo
Oh no, Outlawz comin through
Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hol' on, huh, look, huh
She like, look, huh

"Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck," hol' on
"Baby

taxin’
My niggas comin' through and
We slashin' with axes
Bag a fine chick, back tats and an accent
Niggas tryna 'lab I'mma ask
Where the racks is
Uh,

have my back, I pop him like balloon
They say they fuck with my old shit, but I like auto-tune

I ain't knockin', I'm comin' through the door, so I tell

First take
Ya'll ain't ready for this
Fuck I don't even know if I am
Turn that shit up
Uh
Uh
Keeping the energy up on high
Ain't no better way

through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Nigga Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun
Played out, droppin' ya

[Lo-Life

the pack ain't through
Grew up by 'Eighty-Four, lumber War Admiral making moves
Thelonious had to die yeah that jazz ghost
I know they sayin life’s a movie,

And deletin all my pics just cause my phone ran out of storage
I hate the courts, extortionist with arrest warrants
Home invasions labeled a bust by paid

Nelson lungs, they don't wanna smoke wit me
Better have ya funds, you won't ever smoke for free
Spill it by the tons, you can get the smoke for cheap

you comin home
I says tomorrow, tommorow ain't promised I'm just bein honest
It weighs on my concious but they haven't killed me its death that I'm

Pull up to ur mama crib ask her when he comin out 

ITS 4 DEMONS IN THAT FUCKIN WHIP
HOP OUT WIT INTENT 
TO LAY UR ASS TO REST 
NO OPPA EVER RAN ME OUT

Perfect Execution

Krayzie Bone

Smoke on This

suicidal
Kray psycho like Michael
Ehh hee
Comin' back like I just sold a sack on the 99
Drive by n I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb

Hell Hole

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

the center of the Hell Hole
And I smell ya nose in my business
By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claus who
want to burn a devil up for Christmas
I

flashin' by my nigga
But I'm still tastin' figure, I catch you lackin', I'ma zip ya

If and then the biggest pill, I hit your top and I won't miss ya
This 4S

I been riding through the city
Carpe diem cease the day
I been rolling through the town
With these thoughts inside brain
I been trying so hard
But

what it means (What it means)
You gotta push yourself through it all by any means
It's not how it seems (Nah)
They're controlin' what we see
They're

throw up
Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale
Any day of the week, good drink, great weed, yeah
See, I find God in a boombox speaker, next

has a different side we asymmetrical

So ima let it show
Believe me there ain't shit to hide
I'm done with blending in by putting on this big disguise

mama phone kuz I ain't had data
To listen to music on my speaker
I was goin towards the bridge and I saw her by herself, talkin on the phone, like she

Ain’t shit cheap
Ain’t shit sweet

All my money straight 
Yea I like my money neat

Hollow tips I’ll feed 
And They comin by 3’s

Don’t nobody move

Anita
Not ya ordinary rapper
I was loved by all my teachers
Anything to avoid that call to Lisa

While everyone go through changes
Some get wiser
Some

360 seconds it's on, unlimited firsts from calibers unknown
Come wit it in ya verse or take a job and stay gone
I don't care if it's rehearsed or off

Jump Off

Lotus

Escaping Sargasso Sea

2007

the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here

This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys,

that with his bitch ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with niggas but know he's