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making money off bowls 
He acting like slime then We wiping his nose
Bam posted up in the cut with a pole
I give him the word n he snatching ya soul
Too

hated by many and wanted by all
And none ya'll gon get me
The gang gon pull up and they'll steal yo bitch fosho
Fosho
You know how it is
Coming full blitz

86 Measures of Game

Necro

Pre-Fix for Death

2004

of lonely, so God took one of his ribs and created 'em
Cause before that, Adam was fucking animals
That's why women like to get fucked like animals
It's

Golden Mic

Aceyalone

Accepted Eclectic

2001

here
I don't think so, the golden mic belongs to me
The flow sounds dope but the song is free
Damn, these fools sound wrong to me
What's the definition

New Mingling

Chops

By Design

2001

represent that, though it's evident that
You talkin' 'bout places that you ain't never been at
In fact, I'ma say it again
Livin' by the pen is minglin'

Fumando hash
Tu fumas ash
Tengo a tu gata
A mi lado y ya
Ella es mi ice queen
Vibes friolentas
Todos la ven y se quedan calla'
Putas le tiran
A todas

to autopilot
Smoothly cruisin' by
But by the time you look up
To see where ya at, you're in the dive
And now you're panicked
Lashin' out at anyone you can
'Stead

Bitch, I get high, ride, do a drive-by
Pull up and slide, hit licks
Get fly in hot rides, jeans tie-dye
Turnt till the sunrise with my clique
Bitch,

You're not wickety wack, you're just fidgety fools
This bitch tried to lock me up, and I said no ma'am
That room won't keep my head above water like a boat

the cold
Once celebrated, to bring warmth dashy joys
Now it's all about the presents, flashy toys
The true meaning faded, love chased away
By status

have I just keep it inside
But the purpose of this song I'll record it and let her know this one is an exception
I be showin' affection
The minute

moral of the song
I relocated myself tell ya more as we go on
An made a promise to my health you goin hear it through this song
Hard times spit through

I'ma see ya
Do it on the couch, then got a bit of money
Call me Tesla, the way I be charging these hoes like, yeah
Bro, I got fake Clubcards and leave my

depressed enough to take the whole thing
You know me, I'ma vent on every song slowly

Holy, my heart out my chest, I feel my soul leave
Baby, your love like

Judgement Day

Esham

Judgement Day, Vol. 2

1992

on the rocks with vodka
The preacher got busted with a whore, got ya! 
Man on the moon, but still can't fly right
Now he's gonna fake his death, he can't die

National Disgrace

Atmosphere

Seven's Travels

2003

and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where

on the track, man that shit's official
Shot him in the face, look like he got hit by missle
Hiroshima yo' whole block, I'll fuckin' nuke ya'
Yo' music ain't even

jump go to town with the Rydas on
Pump, pump go the bucket with a dawg of his own
At your funeral your dead but that ain't nothin
Best bet bad ass Bullet

to rush ya
Can't even feed niggas
All I need is God, to protect me from harm
And for the death of my enemies first twelve
The hundred and forty third song

blitz and super smash on Nintendo
We studied away in Spain learning Castellano
That explains the name we go by her-manos
Manos abbreviates brothers in

to
I had to vent over this track man
It's outta necessity, ya know
It's outta necessity
How vain it is to sit down and write
When a lotta y'all

honest
I hope you stay the proudest 
And I'ma yell my loudest 
ILY from PI to HI
Wherever that you fly
The days go by
Next time we say hi 
Swear you'll

my chords
Or we finna go and play with ya like a guitar
Stop tryna act so dramatic
Mention you in a song, make you ecstatic
I can make a situation

know it's cold out
That choppa noise right to his head he finna fold out
Man we can't play with them lil niggas they gone hold out
Man they just sold out