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life
Is you gon' let me die
Shawty just another pretty bitch
Tryna dick hop
Forty keep it right next to my bed
Got it close by
I was lonely from

don't give a fuck what they say
Cuz I need to be high. I don't wanna be sober
Fuck Rum and Cola
If you really wanna party get a couple 40's, 2 to 4 blunts

don't care about nothin' but gettin' fried
You told me you and her go both ways, you bi
So, if you stop by, you know to bring her by
You fucked up

my grandma to a nice spot
Until then I be thuggin' til my life stops

Dreams about gettin' in the Wraith I'ma do it
Big .40 on me when I'm in my

cause now feels worth it
Guess I needed to investigate and find purpose
I feel like I should probably say I love you more, but I don’t bother
I feel like

we're nothin' to offer
Judge a book by its cover, how about check for the author
Mos said it best, our value's from the creator
They say cash rules it

broken
Has to stay broken
Yet im happy holding thoughts
That remain unspoken
40hours over time but sky
Aint the limit
We put in hours but the fame
Might

King Tut, gold mane
Lion spitting propane
Not a single record sold
Album still went gold mayne
King Tut, you silly slut
Bitches love a piece of her

duty power load
Shake the whole house 
Like we in the ghetto

Ladies love the vibrato
G-spot in the cut 
We had to make a come up

Bullet proof vest in

a bitch thats so fine
Its probably these crazyyy pick up lines
Are you the taj mahal cause i wanna go in you
Are you a taco cause i wanna put my meat in you

There are white folks
And then there are ignorant
Mothafuckas like you!

I be on my Suit and Tie shit, tie shit, tie
I be on my Suit and Tie shit,

ain't regular, Regular
Vroom vroom put the foot to the petal
Big gun while I whip through the ghetto
You convient but you are not special
We're young, we

sneeze up
I'm whippin' up dope, put it by the freezer
He heard the pew, and turned into Freeza
It sound like a .40, but it is a 'Nina
.38 Special spin

man, A.R., I trust
And my man's a gunsmith, he go by Toys R Us
And this shit too strong, bro, this boy need cut
I'm God's son with a plan, I don't know

Could it be fate
Could it be love
Could it be trust
Could it be us
Could it be fate
Could it be destined
Is it real
Could it be fake
Could it messed

hollows is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against

for Top 40 
Today's agenda 
Here to apply pressure 
The Bone Collector 
I'm the rap dr. Lecter 
Since 89 I seen a lot of Stormy Weather 
I love the game

performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he

the pepper
Chop knock a bully down I just came in with
some steppers
Like, nigga, who are you
Glock came with a switch, and it came with a suppressor
Why you

Ye ye ye
Ye ugh
Huh
See imma go in for the kill
I'm telling you just how I feel
I'm honest I keeping it real
Ye
Girls fell in love with the thrill

"Ayy
We want you to do a video for beats by Dre"
I thought, "Shit, this must be my day, "
Let me set it off
So flylingual and swagnificently fresh
I've

pictures hoping you look up dictionary rhyme scheme
Scoping out this book love sometimes I wanna be alone
And if you read between the lines you can see

'pffft'

More like you were on the sidelines of our funerals

Love how the excuse is

'How were we to know?' we reaped

What you sewed from inside your

Cause my words are bullets
When spittin though
Blockin out yo feelins though
Now I got you kneelin hoe
Roll call
Am I real
Really real nigas know
Was