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over and party 
Get this muthafucka started off right (right)
I’m packed up to go took a trip to Mexico 
Mazatlan Sinaloa are you ready here I go 
I’m

damned if you niggas fit it
Three who muthafucka thirty two
Ugk of south Georgia who the fuck are you
Tell em yall cats dont know about real
Get that money

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

the competition bores me
Pissed off all the haters
They’ll promote the album for me
Summoned Demonberry that just was a fire warning
Work more than you ever will by

bother?
Like that boy Maury said
"you are the baby's father"

Hold up, man it's the Freestyle Scientist
Yeah it's the Freestyle Scientist
If I drop my album

of albums sold, where does their money go? They ain’t got not a clue at all. I don’t go by the rules, I got a job to do. I ain’t got shit to prove, y’all let

Sitting by the fire as it was going out
We had a conversation I know you've forgotten about
You had a lot of alcohol in you
Which made you brave

I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's

address as phony
Fuels a fire in me
I brought the lighter with me
And the fluid congruent to rubbing on the box
Which ignites the light that nobody can

Yo J. Scott
I always said that pendulum gonna swing back around
And cats are gonna wanna hear some real, vibin', old school type shit ya know?

than the niggas round
Hit the med shop
HK said pick a pound
We don't fuck around
My team highed up
Blunts we fire up 
Shop for the oz
Hit the dealership

What's this?
A beat that I cooked up earlier
Oh, I would've thought you baked it cause it's so fire
Do you wanna rap over it?
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

provide for both
You live to eat with silver spoons and knives and forks
And I spit mostly fire from torch
But I am bothered by the lives that I've crossed

Mr. D.J.

Lil' Keke

Screwed Down Version: Platinum in Da Ghetto

2001

I'm not gone let them get to me, Z-Ro forever meant to be
So cold I'm a igloo cool up as hot as a fire
And ain't gone never retire, stay active like

it poppin now, my raps are on fire
Don’t try to kill this beat kuz it about to get louder
Sonic Gang rush in, couldn’t make our bosses prouder
Need

And the beat keep going 

Hone my skills in these verses before I move any further 
From studying albums to rhyming that you never heard of
Schemes that you

Demonic

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(Intro)
You are vulnerable here I can not stop what is coming

spinning
First time ever tho its just the beginning

Wished for an album but only got one song
Lost all the lyrics so it'll take too long
Supposed to be out

Show respect
Ain't no half-steppin
I hope you live by that
Pens are mightier than swords, unfortunately
Before you can finish those lyrics you start

on and never ask why I'm burnt out like every star I wished upon
The glory days are gone
Seany Dice is the reason why I'm alive no one know the story written by

at times
I love making fire
I might join the shiners
To glow up with this Lor litty of mine
Cuz I'm ready for battle
I got a skull on my scully
Pop out

stop
They just jealous of the job, I'm done
No more fun, made this album in three months
Sipping on some fucking brews while you are on that Capri Sun



Make the most news

Bread bakers
On fire

Holding toast too
Like we spose to
Its a lick 
If I pay for some tru's
 & Its important Jordans are default

fire out the sub.
Killin’ every demo,
Murk a beat wit Brian, 
Shit produced by Benjels. 
Sargent got the best flow.
Ah!
Dropping tracks, 
Spittin’ raps,