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the crowd
I break a bitch
By just breakin' it down
Look at the mountain
She comin' around
I don't take no time off
Look if anything imma add to it
You ain't

on some lame shit
You a pussy, see it in your face
'Member days, I had to fade away
Lord please, let me be okay
I was gettin' high, like all the time

Throw yo hands up to the ceilin'
Nod yo head and just get silly 
And you know it when you feel it
Said you know we feelin' good

Everyday Reedukay

Fire in Ya Eyes

Cyssero

Protege of the Game [Bonus Track]

[Sample:]
Love is as well gone
As sunny sunny days

[Hook x2: Game]
Yeah I'm addicted to slugs
I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat

be ridin OY dick
Head shot chest shot they left em on that strip

If he throw up a O ima steph curry that bitch an make sure i clip 
Make sure

Bet this Keltech send that boy higher than a drug
And they still ain't find that body, wonder how deep they done dug
He was talking all that head

me, yeah
This shit ain't by chance
I'm gettin' my cash in advance
I never accepted no handouts
Was all in my plans
The others all love to just rant
But

the scene got a uh 
walk in up in the scene got a gat in the backpack stupid lil bit imma play her like blackjack 
bend a hoe spine she in church gettin

now
Niggas don't know what I'm on now
Movin off pace  
But I'm home now
Day by day I'm on my own 
Bitch I move according to your moves
Ain't that hard

Yeah, look
Is it childhood trauma, or is it me
I don't even know at this point

I need some insight on that ya know
Yeah, aye
Is it childhood trauma,

Ugh, look
Niggas who know Teaux, know I keep a low pro/
Out the way I stay, mind locked on gettin dough/
Hard Head across the abdomen, yeah that's

didn't take the ‘Lac, he's cruising undercover son
Sneakin' up behind the unmarked crown Vic [I see you]
I'm about to pull some real dark clown shit

opps doin a drive by
This ain't no caramba
But we kno you ima top Shotta
Hustle for it never killed
But I'll do it if I gotta
Bad bitch shakin ass

real ones
My OG’s
This is for everyone who ever know me
Born n raised in the SFC
Ain’t nothing FAKE about me

Some back away
When I hit the funky reggae

Who can I trust I feel like everybody be tryna play me 
Should I hit or not they in my head got me contemplating 
Kno they gone  hate even mo when

who cappin' your head wit' lies
& if they want the beef? A burger & some fries come wit' your order
'Cus I got that Mac like Donlads, let 'em try! (just

the best I object
Bang the hammers on the instigatin' heads
That's just an obstacle when you
Out here gettin' bread
Just a pigeon to the game
Never countin'

Stickin' and movin', I keep my head up, that's the way it go
I got some friends, that's just like brothers, they going wherever I go
And I know blood

head then you'll die like paleyDick down and save your assMove fast and see your pastLook around and suck a dick Quite well And then live a life like

head
Heard that you was talkin', I'ma think that you the feds
Ain't worried bout no man, I'm too busy gettin' this bread

Hoes act like they can't hear,

that money, baby, hope you understand, uh, uh
Flaggin' for what? You ain't got a reason

I won't never trust some nigga, switch up like the season
Spray

trim
Gettin' me to respond yeah them chances is slim
Only pronoun I studied in school is I'm him

Yeah I'm reapin' the body of rappers that speak

Barn of the Naked Dead

Mr. Hyde

Barn of the Naked Dead

2004

you like matches do
I got females in my dungeon, about fifty batches full
They're all ready to get skinned, kid, their flesh is gettin' pinned
By

Captain of the Millenium Falcon
Galactically unmatched with talent
My track records have been gettin' around
I even, had a plaque up at Jabba's