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Voices

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

really want to do is just break through to your mind 
And show you just because you did some hood time 
Don't make it impossible to have a good time when

Girl I know that you said that you need me
I ain’t leaving
I ain’t leaving
Trust me Baby I don’t need a reason
Need a reason
For me to be there
By

might catch me slipping
She gon skimp me on a swisher
She might mix w something different & i dont trust these bitches 

Want you o need me 
Love how you

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ZERO TWENTY TWO（022）2018 Cypher
BEATS N MIX BY False Channel
V.O.B：
BANG BANG BANG
U NAH ME（我，你早有耳闻）
WE GOING FIRST（代表我的兄弟打个头阵）
ZERO TWENTY

on me cause I can't keep it real
I might lie to protect your heart
But I show love by letting you heal
Coca Cola, Arizona
Playing red rover, make me run

with actors, who don't know the script
A one man show, just means you got no bones to pick
I keep them suckas out my mix until the finish line
Out here

on the block list she call me sassy
I don't give a fuck
When I fuck that cat she call me daddy must mean that she like it
Keep my business out the mix I keep it

McFlurry
I'm Curry I'm thirty I'm-
No I'm 19 but I'm looking like man so I might be
Visine for the sight see then I sightsee
I don't want to lie on these

scared? 
Can you taste blood?
Turmoil 
The seas boil 
Diggin' graves 
In the deep soil 
I can show you if you ready
It can take over if you let it 
Don't

babygirl
So never trip
Get to staring in yo eyes
Then im grabbin on yo hips
Babygirl gimme head
Imma put it on your lips
Den I go deep in her
Never put her

Let tell you that I like how you looking at me
All up on the stage rocking like a regular G
Say me and you can mix like coke and Henny
Come smoke

and it'll hit you in the face like some aftershave
I go after pay
Let them other niggas lie up in their raps, I don't cap I just captivate
I got racks to make

I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs
When they smell a line
I don't mix every niggas stories
When I'm

can't relax
4  5  on his hips, but his pockets on flat
He still owe a front from some shit while back
But I still show him love even tho I ain't forgot

Like it's an episode of Ozark
They can show heart but don't start
I'm ripping shit apart
I'm a shark, creeping in the dark
Still on point like a dart

I'm helpless
I ain't all that careless being alive I still cherish
But I find myself hating on those who livin' better
Say congratulations and don't let

My lyrics baking soda and my flow is like a wrist 
Now mix it with a beat now we got ourself a hit
Now don't get it confused I got lots of shit

alright, girl I'm fine
Druggies keep me so high, for no time
Living in a lost mind, I don't lie
I sit in here and watch time, just go by
Speeding in my

see it I buy it, why don’t you cry

I’m not even sad but the people around me think I wanna die

Aye pull up on bitch I count the money by the hip

I

to do way dey for my mind
E choke so if no be dough bro don’t call my line
Phone ringing shit who’s on the line 
Shit okwa Doniyk Onye guy
O sim Na o nwe

a not
And these be switching they just wanna sack
Don't get tricked by trying to sit on your lap
When you step out the door that's how Lou got them racks

phony, u stole from my team all u nihhs still owe me
Onda hip is da Colty, guaranteed cut u down like da sword of Shinobi
Don’t fuck wit me brodie, I got

God's microphone assassin and I'm at it again
Motivated by the spirit I grab the paper and pen
Hit you with some rhymes I hope we'll do you some good

more for us
Momma working 3 jobs
Daddy working 3 to 5
Pray to God we don't stop
Tryna make a dream pop
Gotta keep it hip hop
I just want the drop top