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To the ceiling
It hit the floor
Don't let em see me
In murda mode
No evidence
By the time that I'm on
No evidence by the time that I'm on
Get em gone
Get em gone

hands

And she knows I never meant to be unkind
She can see that i'ts just a state of mind
Why do I still let myself go down that line
When I know this

you thinkin' it's a lick

Bitch, we trapped out
Trappin' like a bitch
See, I'm trapped out
Trappin' with the clique
I been trappin' at my mama house

your life, sleep good that night
Crab crab legs in Savannah
I'm so Tony Montana
Nose full of coke, M16, all black hammer
Put coke in the street, in

up at the beacon
Planning next rotation
Mix violence with patience
By the end of the game I'm a legend
Become an apex legend
Be the last one standing
I

none from me
Still jump on top of me kiss me and fuck me
Hell yea I love that I fuck with that shit
Yea this real raw it aint come with no mix
Im talking

that counts
See through it like ultra sound
Heart leak so I'm pouring out
God calling He said hold it down
Saw money Turn 'em into hounds
Bass leak make

my bag it ain't a nigga that I owe
Mama looked at me and started crying
Why you lying
Boy you gambling your life
Mix the codeine with the sprite

Use yo skrilla for cosign
And I done seen both sides via way of the both sides
That profit and dope side go grab the remote now
And see the story get

rifle
I got no rhymes what about the eiffel (Oui)
Tower tower tower tower 
Gone for the night
Here by tomorrow 
That's why I count down hours

I got vitamin D
I can take you on a date, is that your cup of tea?
Set the mood by candle light
Bring a dress I can bring the wine
Sip on that we can

see you in my room, it'll be the last goodbye.
I wake up faded, but you know that I'm just tryna' still get high.
Girl you know I never had a chance

The Evil That Men Do

Coolio

Rapmasters: From Tha Priority Vaults, Vol. 6 [Clean]

1997

and so that makes me one-fourth
Of a dysfunctional home
I had a father who only stayed to see me grown
When I turned twelve he was gone
Alone, no role

nothing like him
By him I mean me
I got bitches, ID me, dropped in D.C., living free
Twenty-five racks, I paid her in stacks 
Then put up that youngster

And the night still Young
Take Your time I am free tonight

Shisha pipe with the Jeam Beam drink
She see the pipe and she start sing
Have You ever
Been on nice

look up, no one to count on
They get this Glock from day to night when
They found out he got a mount on
We done seen niggas testify on a
Shooter that

go and get a bag
See, I been thinking in my head, like, why the fuck this shit so bad
But imma go and count this money up and leave that in the past

because the shit aint wrapped right
I aint even mad I doubled up again just last night
Another foreign car, hear the engine when I pass by
I was

She gotta act right, hit it last night, play ya bitch like a bagpipe
I slide n it’s mad tight, pussy backbite, pray to me like a rabbi
And shawty

strings tugged
Got in my mental
I can't trust
But you're my muscle
I know I can't go
24,901
Count every mile
Let's go where water flies, oh I know
That

poppin' tags
100 Thousand that was stashed inside a duffle bag
This come up way to easy, I aint think this shit would last
Boy, I was doin' the dash
20

been on a wild flight
Seeing red on that brown I had a wild night
Say it when you see us don't just post bout' it nigga'
Cuz' WiFi gangstas' say the most

Money don't count when the house always wins
Take your shit off let me see all your sins
I don't play games I taught Johny Sins
Fell asleep that

oh
Don try don try oh
Don try don try oh

Count your blessings
Name them one by one
I'll be taking my turn
Say na turn by turn e oh
That oga when nor