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that nigga, he can deal with it
Yo daddy was a bitch, I was raised by a real nigga
Put her on a red line, pour purple or some red lines
Some hooper

with these bitches
With the shit, it's no limit
Shooters comin', no limit
Forty Glocks behind Tinted
I'm a run a pedal to the street, cuz all my niggas

We say deo, deo, deo
Roll that barrel out
We say deo, deo
Twist the tap and pass it around

He owns a graddel by banyan tree
And old Jamaica

They all forgot to warn him
Golden Brown
Too many limitations
You were not born
Into a silver spoon situation
It's kinda ironic
All I need is my chronic

him a chance to show me he was good at spitting 
I knew Weezy Brown way before this rap shit
Weezy introduced me to Westy its been a wrap since
I

the concrete, a nigga done rose Diamonds on me, dripping in gold
20k and I'll run it up, hit a Saks Fifth, fuck it up
24 hours and double up, thank God for making

she was chilling in her home
Murdered George Floyd he was trynna cash a check
Murdered Willie Brown found him hanging by his neck
Murdered Rayshard

pussy in the air
You gon' have my whole squad like Bo
She the best
My pretty brown ting with a round ting
Your arse looking like it need a pounding
I'll

know we throwing it down put the brown in the glass
I meditate feeling great when the days over
Levitate to escape cant relate sober
Scary as October,

East West Hustlers

Masters of Illusion

Masters of Illusion

2000

to the shop
Nigga FIX MY SHIT and run it by eight o'clock
Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-ass drawer nigga
Yo tell him you with Clifton,

Political Suicide

Pro-Pain

Contents Under Pressure

1996

Well it's 6 am at the white house
And the sun's just about to break
Gonna go for a run with the C.I.A
And talk shop with my boys in Kuwait
We got

Voltron

T-Rock

Defcon 1: Lyrical Warfare

and knowledge, wisdom, truth, and religion
Overtaken by humility to keep my position
Through my life I had a lawless history
And I always maintain it with

Griff, bro
Disco glo... way outta yo reach
Like I'm sittin right next to the distro
Connected unaffected by a drought
Manufacture dope keep it comin out

Betrayed

Crips

Nationwide Rip Ridaz, Vol. 2: Betrayed

1998

a grand O
Laced on the team I guess that's why she call me daddy
Never thought this funky bitch will run her twist and try to have it
For the ki's I got

I swear it's set in stone
How can I be out here in my flesh and bone
I swear I don't wanna be 20 man I'm getting old
By this age I needed a million

side
Benji, oh boy oh boy

Benji oh boy, 
all the love in your big brown eyes I see
oh, won't you run boy, 
to the ends of the world 
to the ends

grab my hands
 
Went from Sweet Chick to No Fun
Daylight to no sun
Ironic when we work it out 
I tell her don't run
Bronx shit listening to Big Pun
I'm

like a dragon
You can not even imagine
Yeah I'm saucin' by the gallon

Saucin' like a brown cow
You don't even know how
All the ladies go wow
This music

Snatch you, run you in lands sands Sahara
In the pit like the battle zone fiend 
Pimpin a theme respect king, keep it simple and clean 
Too much

and a stone cold face
Not even one inch is moving
Now it's proven, that you are gone

The four short legs that used to run
Can't be seen by anyone
You always

Walter Scott, no gun in hand
Philando, Tamir, it never ends 
Racist cops, no appeal

We all let Charles Kinsey down
Shot by cops while on the ground
From

black 
Throw em in the sunken place and leave em where he at 
Juck and jive than you slide call it Stacey Dash  (Stacey Dash)
Run them reparations 
I need

back
It's no fun
Got to get to Chicago
And stay on the run

20th Century

Cleaning my brown sunglasses
Light a cigarette
After lunch in the dining car

loose ends to leave
In the shining age of heroes and gods
We'd run the backroads
'Til we could no more
Now the summer sky
Turns chestnut brown
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