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Italian roots like Al Capone
I got pills, green and blue, pick what you want
But I know it's hard to choose, that's why I'm so gone
I don't need true love,

bother me
Ballin everyday like we hit the lottery
Grew up without a mentor
Lotta things on my mental
Went from nothing to expensive
Every week in a rental

youngins been eyeballin my shit
No bitch i need al that paper ain't no fifty fifty split
I told my brudda save my that profit 'fore that poverty hit
You

on my line and they want some
Me and Ben out here like Fanboy and Chum Chum
MTL hit me up told me hop on this track
It was fire it was flame we gon' run

Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post

draccos
Defense from a nigga who act realla but a pretenda
Made you jump like a monkey for faking like you gorilla
Sick bout my green like romaine

Light It Up

Choclair

Memoirs of Blake Savage

2002

every hour puff the Al Green
Hop in the car, drive the 3-D
Blow down the windows, raise the P-be's
Parents, they roll up, don't understand we
I

thought you'd say it
Drop a new album just for you to hear it
You like to play me like a game
But this game you play will end today
Blonde hair
Green eyes

Mash for Our Dreams

The Storm

Death Row Archives: The Soundtracks

2007

yo by Idi Amin
For green, niggas shaking, it ain't never seen my whole team
Secret to war, Outlawz rush the floor
Kill the Kadafi, thug in peace

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

hit it from the back
Hitting threes like I’m green keep a hunnid on me yeah it’s in my jeans
Doing dances on me while she throws it back
Take you in

Rollin

O.C.

The Underground Tapes

1999

I makes green backs of mean tracks  

it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars 

and green stack 2 storeys high 

I wouldn't want to die

like an eagle, I'm bleeding green,
Could have been on the team, But you wanted to play in between,
Bet they want me to lose But I'ma be twisting they

been working all year and I still ain't hit a lick
And they wonder why the ghetto always coming with a risk
Just a bunch of dropouts, that ain't tryna'

like Belichick when he put Malcolm in the middle'
And the algorithm simple
Destroy 16's and put out albums 'til you triple your net worth
Hit the club,

you like Al Green
And melt your face
With a hot pot of grits
And I ain't got a pot to piss
But I'll throw you out the window
You and your bimbo
Rising

here
Standing firm
The obelisk
Write like a novelist
Drop you in a bottomless pit
Bombing s***
You better evacuate all the occupants
Do you like Al Green

of the rings 

Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3 

But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting

Only pour red i do not do the green 

Only want bread i do

By Step übernehmen
Komm komm
Komm check die Gang ist wieder mal vereint
Buy Or Die
House Of Arts
Way out gehen auf eins
Pushe Pakete bis wir mal oben

P.I.W written on the earth/ see every fuckin verse/ we hit em where it hurt/ Oh

Verse 1 > Al Billz
Crack ya watermelon knock the seeds outcha/ bodies get

on that passenger side with

JayBac, Doc Lek, and Al B they been with me since I had the sidekick

So I'm ridin', with my click of brothers

Hit up any

you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets; niggas can't see me!

Niggas can't see me
They can't see me
Which

rapper to walk
The planet

Uh uh

Threw my blessing upwards
My H in is reverse
wheels hit the dirt
Verses cemented in this earth

A menace to society
I'm