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and let that shit up off your chest
Go and shine like you the best trust yourself forget the rest
Cause when it comes to real all u got is blood and flesh

Do You Like Scarry Movies

Ganksta N-I-P

Psycho Thug: South Park

1999

Norman Bates is the psycho reality

Casualty, nigger thirsty for blood
Two pit bulls locked up, one just bled like a flood
Break 'em up let 'em go

an elephant
I was up late night fuckin' for the hell of it
We sendin' shots and you know that we never miss
We paint the sidewalks with blood as embellishments

the financing
I need a Learjet that I can fly to France in
I need a Fendi bag just to put my bands in
Backwoods I could throw a couple strands in
I need it bust

I'm the man plus I'm in demand Been in the trenches and never ran 
Modern day rubber band man Broom out like the sandman 
Suit goals on these hoes

band (Oh my Go-)
But I would never flex like that (No)
And any time I do
I just repent and get right back (True)
Competitive like that
The scripture is

their lame, deluded choir
I shall draw first blood, I thought, and break free of fate's cage
So, I reached into the band's tip jar and saw their eyes glow

than real girls
I did alot of dirt
And it's hard to get past that
Sometimes I just have flashbacks
And still hurl i'm real thorough
Known to break

not talkin banging

Keep that uzi by my side it be slanging
You gay lookin flamboyant
I don't run outta ammo im voyant
Think you'll survive think again

to ride
She just giving me net like a tie
She giving me neck like a tie
And that G-Star to my drip, every time I walk by
I put that shit on so she know that

through that magnolia tree
By yourself, I need,
(Shine no more)
The shine, yes, of course
The shine
All the time, over time
Even when I'm old and gone
(Even

happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door

Pull the glock out of my pants (Pants)
Bullets fall out of my clip, blood drips for the bands
(Bands)
Drive by in the wraith, Got maps
We know where

niggas carrying sticks nigga keep that bitch
Niggas disappearing in the ville fake zans get ya kilt
Smoking tree expensive shit smoke my weed by the zip

me
I think I’ll be okay
It’s like the finish line is running from me
I seem to get behind my blood is pumping
Harder I try the quicker I fall
Honestly

by the asteroid
Killjoy to a fantastic voyage
O, blues brother, where art thou
I'm Dan Aykroyd and the band's null and void
Distorted out the noise

players I'm navigating to something that's real major at the end of this road all I see is this real paper nigga

(HOOK)
No matter if it's love or hate

five for the goddamn clout
Bet against the kid that's a real bad shout
Tryna, make records like Guinness no stout
Smoking on girl scout but you a boy

incase there's blood we got to spill
Mans could get a tune up real quick still
Talk about the releast nothin' 'bout you say you real
Did I hit a nerve?

and that spot was grabbed by someone else
Difference between us is that I'll make my own wealth
Blood sweat and tears, a recipe for disaster
Return

these bitches
Whenever I go to a party
What's up with these White Claws and these bitches?
Man hat shit ain't even good for real nigga
That shit tastes

Run up on the, yeah
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Yeah, straight out of trap, where the struggle's real
Chasing that paper, ain't got time

a sled
Old triggers man we dig em out the shed
Bird bitches get attracted by this bread
(Skeezers)
Real bitches try show us sumn instead
Getting money know

the case is make sure that it's brief
We getting paper and it's loose by the leaf
Do not try to impede, you saw how Mufasa unalive from the wild beasts