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Murda shit
(Aye aye aye aye)
Trap can't waste no time get two-three k like right out the bank
Smoking that Za all my niggas be tripping and plus we

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

Homicide

Frost

Wild, Wild, West

2002

shot him
Dead, in a puddle of blood he lay,
Another typical day in the streets of L. A. 

Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene,

you I carefully plead
Accept Him as your Lord and Savior
It's as easy as SABC 1 2 3 and etv
Not too many channels like DSTV
There's just 1 Gospel one

time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All

tumors in her eye
From having cancer three
Times and smoking a fuckin' pack a day
My mama was an idiot for having me
Because her life didn't have direction

to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin' the raw deal 
Three course meals spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still, everything's real in

It's me by myself I don't need no one else
You said that you love me
But you chose someone else
I cant understand why you did that
Ma girl
Came like

some ties cause my string can't tangle
They can be your blood but Cain still got Able
Gotta be like Will, my dog switch get strangled

Know that this is

Simultaneously like an Uzi, nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me

So re load quickly and you better hit me
While I'm lettin' this Fifi

of my socks
Now that blood's paid and chubby
All the ladies love me
They hate who made me hubby
Behind my back, they say my baby's ugly
Each night
I sleep

he too awkward, ion trust him  
Not accustomed to him ask for this much so something's up
He would usually get a gram or a 3.5 to roll up 
I know based

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness

Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters

Crimson/Crimson II [Continued]

Edge of Sanity

When All Is Said

2007

heart by three simple vision

[The Visions:]

The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out

Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this

[Black Child]
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in

heart by three simple vision

[The Visions:]

The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out

Bonded by ice
If it melts I'll die
Alright fine I'm filled with life
That flatlines the final line
So rise before it's time
The right device beside

prison quinton or rikers
Quick to three, strike us they don't like us
Plant and I pivot with my life and I live it righteous

You got some small papers you

family, now
Comin' up in game backdoor with the heat
Krayzie's friends out the walls
? by my lonely, before a sista was broke
Blow up Mo Thug open up

know I'm federal property now
And this that "Federal Contraband" music, man, part three on the way ASAP
Free the whole Choppa Gang, free CMO
Certified

Rain Water [Bonus Track]

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having

2005

she stay distant

[Verse 3]
If it run from the square he wouldn't know the sun was out
I hate every word that come outta his fuckin mouth
Ladies treat

by the lake or by the head of a tombstone
Highly medicated, highly underrated, this 9-5 work, so unappreciated
Step it up, we'll all see who

wealth of the world's eighty five richest people is equal to the three and a half billion poorest people
It's fantastic, and this is a great thing because

and then she complains of not finding the tot-measure at home/ 

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