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never caught unfresh
Everything's on fleek

And when I pull up by the bar
Put all the drinks on me
Bro you shouldn't mess with the gang
Better be messing

I'm praying to you Jesus deliver me from evil
Polices trying to get me, protect me from them people
Tempted by easy money, by easy, I mean illegal

Aight, rap, ****, ****
You got 24 hours to live, ****
Your time's up right **** now, ****

y'all **** ain't no ****, **** **** **** ****
And y'all

The winner

I'm performing tonight you know that place gone be packed
Pay me in advance and make sure that it's exact
My ex girl'll probably show up

I had an epiphany
That women only love you when you go buy them tiffany
My opposition doing everything to belittle me
But me I keep on trucking round

work
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blisters covered up in dirt,

Marc Boomin, we miss you
What up, Marc Boomin? Man
Undefined
Long nights in the trap
It's Rio
Boys in this bitch, nigga, free Big Hero

[Verse]
Get

you throw in the towel
Grab that oil and I rub you down
I can tell by the sound that you loving this round
U throwing it back I'm loving the motion

tight the kid that looks the happiest
You know I was aggy, road, and ballies climbing into homes
I was vexed moving like I had to rex round the block

have enough
(Turn Up)
Now I’m going back in
Verse two bitch for the mufuckin win
Wanna fuck me you goin have to bring a friend
When I’m on them beans man

caught up with the fat black hammers out,
(where?) Pecknarm, black bandana town, 
Slap that banger round,
Clap that faggot down.

*Verse 2*

The pain in my

swingin' down from tha' Canopies
Money buy facades could neva' buy Integrity
Laser Beam Technique
Death Star
In tha' City All Black
Darth Vadar
Mayday

wouldn't save a buck
I would flip the shit and buy a crib and live it up
Travel time like Kigome Higurashi but
Ya boy like Inyuasha all I'm really tryna do

come move on my pace 2 rounds 4 The workout
Then smash up the plate
Language we speaking
Ain't nothing Nothin you face
Guapanese on weekend
Talk money

some dollars by some drank
Then take it to the head and count that that money for you faint
Yea you know my shit is potent it's hitting like nawlins

I ate the beat threw it up now regurgitatin
And niggas don't want me to win so they always hated
Stomp on the devil my sole over satin
Jesus on my

[Young Buck]
You a thug like me

[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga

treating proper
Ru-run up on me and you finna punched
But you run up on her and you finna get slaughtered
Not an actor, yea I'm keeping it real (Yesirr)

gun-butt you
Wit the pistol grip of the trey-pound
Hit you wit the six then start wavin the K round
I'm from Down Bottom where it's spray or get sprayed

control
I'm smoking gas round the muhfuckin' house
You might as well call this shit here some sage
I lock in, I level up everyday
I got a bit in

worth my wild
If you insisting that I'm up next
Yo did I just hear a threat
Oh I know How it goes
If you ain't in to be "Sold"
But under pressure who

terminator
My brains can hurt a nigga
Use them red lightly
Lyrically burn a nigga
Cause im gettin you by wetting you
I'm telling you bust rounds like

only say once
All the ones who stayed down gon' be 'round me when I'm way up
Got nothing to lose and nothing left that I'm afraid of, yeah
(Nothing left

down by the equator

Lover boy got hella haters
Run it up like Fred Taylor, goin' up like elevators
Prayin' for God to save us so we can get out this