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than ten but you cannot carry the one yeah
Aye, you cannot carry the one
I'll drop a tape with no features again to show you it is what it was
The best

into Stacey
(Interlude)
[Verse]
Whatasayin'
Is it wrong that now I'm focusing on me
Drop a EP after EP till I'm in
Getting criticized by my closest

the best prepay
 Not just cash, That barely lasts a few days
 Got to drop your whole heart in it, Not just half way
 Damn, Want to be the man
 Spend winters

Davin
And them Hoffers be babbling
But they don't have what you having
Face down and your ass erect popped up imagine
How we could switch and do it fast

Blow a whole 7 to the sky, ho (Eyes closed)
I run it up with the puppeteers 
(Puppet, puppet, run it, run it)
Yeah
Don't ask for the drop 'cuz I wasn't

to char
And to be removed by the reign of fire
My creations turned to nothing but dust
Nothing but piles of melted flesh

The wind sweeps the land away

bloody!)
Too many life get smoked (Damn this place is musty!)
By chimney (Hit him like potty drop dead like the Morley!)
One step in wrong Scenery
Photos

And that's just what it is, they know big two
They know I get down, 30 clip, 50 round drum clips why would he play around
This nigga a bitch, get him gone for

the names, just blame it on me

I'm 'bout to fly out look so clean
They know I ain't like no such thing
Birdie birdie peep my swing
I'm boutta touch down

cake daddy's askin', how I make that girl cry
I kept the bank roll, n' shot da' rubber band in her eye
It was bad enough, you was gettin' paid

la
Roll the windows down, see the opps
It's a problem shit, really I'm a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me
To a hood boy
Blunt guts

Weather Man

Paul Wall

The Houston Hard Hitters: Version 7.0

2005

way, bodyguard by my biscuit
Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it
I don't get writers block, I block other writers
Spittin' fire like if I

and steady praying to the LORD
Let my heaven come down I've had enough of the pain
Now I'm looking nice I couldn't do it without pain
But my mode is nice

I've been putting in my time from the sun down to the sun up
It don't matter about the numbers boy ima always gonna one up game
Used to try and tell me

I'm not a fool
I try to lob it to em
They uncoordinated 
Drop the ball
But every obstacle 
I'm hopping over 
Like a kangaroo 

TYGKO
I took a lonely

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm
Stacking them thangs so you gets

and RnB
Rap music is hardcore and RnB is soft
Nowadays rap is saved for something stranger and we going to change all that
We gonna take it back

Rappers

for the stealth
I ride for my niggas I'd die for my niggas fuck everyone else
I live by this glock to shut down the block
I'm shootin, I'm shootin, I'm

should move into the stores
Bought a new TV today
Sit by the speakers
Now I got no room for more
Probably chuck something away
Wait 'bout a week
Fuck it

written on the pure white wall
純白的牆上寫著我的名字
Drop the pencil on the table blood falls
完筆落於桌面時血滴隨之濺落
I have seen nobody by my side to explain this
身邊無人予我解釋

In the reds with thirty thousand
And a blower on me
By myself, still thirty deep
But you won't know it's on me
60K up on my wrist and
You can tell

crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming

perc
Glahk with a Draco make it hit, work! that bitch like me drop cash in her purse
Got my wrist on piss boy i made it out the curse Got my wrist

all talk
I can't fall, nah
I wouldn't drop the ball if my fucking arms fall off
Pair that up with Brady
I'm touching down in your spot daily
I'm forever