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And y'all playas really don't want none
From the day to the night, I rock
Say what you like, never not
Stayin' alive, living the life
Gots to keep it hot

I deserve it so I need it
You want to talk about hurt
Shit I was beaten
With the city on my back
Getting stoned like a heathen
Hold up
Kenner City

want smoke
If it was good you would just choke
I'm gettin a bag no take and 'Cho
If you done then pass the blunt
I'm just

Smoking gas
I got gas ain't no

Smokefest 1999

B Real

Rap Life

1999

still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slanging got my snapping like the rope hot
I can be the player you want to bust wit 
Or nigga you don't

And your stuff is dog shit



Outta my lane bruh

Yous is a lame bruh

Tryna get famous

End up on somebody's plate



Man, u crazy

Brother can u even blame

never know the ending
When this shit starts
Sometimes it gets real
You gotta switch paths
Gotta do what's best, but play by the rules
Streets sellin'

A-Rod blues Bell Music by the way
LaGuardia High School representing
New York U, Clive Davis 2-0-2-0
We ain't nothing new bro straight up, check

one shot
To own my fucking spot
Cause’ these bars are getting hot and hot 
Yeah!
Bring the sauce, make it worth 
I want more, till’ this song 
Turn your

and hot
Keep on stirring til it hits the spot
Because i'm... 

Big, blonde and beautiful
And Edna girl, you're lookin' so
Recruitable
Why sit in

Mastering that
After the fact
Back in the sac
Fast with the rap
Music in my membrane
Move it to the mundane
Is what I can not do
Pikachu
Ha, got you
Ya didn't

If you're a rat nigga
I don't have your back nigga
Your lyrics it's just cap
That's why I don't fff with rap niggas
Look how it started
Look as it

on me shoot more clips than a fucking movie
I just want u to chew me lil bitch ion want no coochie 
Late night me n bro posted at the papis
Talk that shit

on the phone
If you push the love out life then you might
Die, by your pride all alone

I remember back when I stunted on
People picking fights for me why
I

to the moon tonight
Cause the world right now materialistic
I start to think not realistic
Why a piece of paper can dictate stuff like how hot is a mix
Man for

I know that you and I have had our fair share of shit happen between us
And like some really cool stuff and then also some really shitty things
And I

den seen hella rats 
I moved like hella packs 
I feel like uh runnin back 

I put my  City on 
I put my niggas on 
U know what my hittaz on 
Talking

hot
Believing money will buy the lot
Sending signs with thoughts
When you cry it's hard
To hide the snot
But when you lie you rot
And you mind just

dedication
Gotta warm up from the absence of heat cause hot stuff starts cold
No cream for the acne on the streets
No avoiding the bumps in the road
Might get

enough
And make u want to do all of your drugs at once.

Sometimes it's easy sometimes it's not
Sometimes it's freezing sometimes it's hot
Sometimes what’s

La da di da
It's so hot
Oh my gosh
I am melting
But I got places to go
Record and studying
Why don't you come when we beckon you
You know you want

back
Everybody act like they make good decisions 
Everybody wanna say that they listen 
You don't half the stuff inside I'm missing
You don't know that

I'm still the same love, and that's all that mattered
I had stood by you while the whole world shattered
I had been your man till there was nothing left

the D that leave you knock kneed
Yeah, you know I got the right stuff
And we can take it slow babe
There ain't no rush
Eish, we gatta keep it hush hush

rapping like the plug

I'll wrap a nigga up, u should never press ya luck
Won't get my hands dirty still fuck a nigga up

Pistol hanging by my nuts
Case