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to fall Landed on my knees though had to crawl Power to my people thanks to y'all Omega got no equal on the ball Started growing up though made the call
got time for no more drama (For no more drama) But if you wan', you got problems you could run up (You could run up) Try to fuck me over, thinking it's
just to fill this fact up. Lord, I know I need to stop fore I'm long gone and forgot But these three damn bottles that I call my friends. When I think
as I remember That leaving was right The swelling hasn't moved Or gone down at all But I learned not to pressure You to talk or call I let the ship sink
Long ride coming down from Seattle Rain blasting on my windshield Right hand resting on a Bible No lie I've been waiting for you To call me say
a goddamn thing) To me, it was always get money or die (yeah) I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna, you know what I mean? I'm Stunna Jr. (Yeah),
(not a goddamn thing) To me, it was always get money or die (yeah) I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna, you know what I mean? I'm Stunna
up you gon' take hits I ain't immune to them they just miss Why you ain't succeed well it's simple You get blown around by the wind You care too much
Call me your daddy now I’m your daddy now Every time I pull up on the scene Bitches love me when they see me Because they love me like B.I.G Pull up in
me how you want it, how you need it, I don't mind Need you right here by my side, 'cause out of sight is out of mind And out of spite you hit
Is you rollin? [x4] Bitch I might be [x2] Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Bitch I might be [x4] [Verse 1] East Atlanta slum man is
is- (aw) That's fucked up (that's fucked up, man, that's right)
gotta keep her by my hip just like that 40 I'm not from New Orleans but lil baby my whoadie She 5'2 so I can call her my shorty Ya And we gone fly over
gon' beat us Oh, see? You never heard I'm a little Irregular Tatsuya, 'cause I run right through ya Spilling blood like a battle angel Fill it up
brand new That strap good Think im lacking but im packing When im sliding right through that hood Where im from niggas be wilding From long island call
you flyin' right outta your boots I'd call that a fine how do ya' do Demoman, better head back to your base Oh wait - I flattened the place I get paid
a fucking tall shooter, you might as well call Kevin Durant 35 shots up in his Glock, just add a switch and hit the rest Your brother die, you got on live,
no way! Grow a pair and finally go talk to her! I can be your wingman just walk up to her By God, every night she calling and we're talking about you
Trey Stax Stick em up Stax Yea ummm Can't tell you what I'm finna be But I'm from Hyde Park ten a key I mastermind this industry Now cut the check
Call me K9ine (Why? Cause) All my brothers been moving like we bouta fly K9 on the beat like it’s all by design She playing she playing then tell her
right] Now that is so right and natural No other man that I can see I'm singin in my backgroun Diggin up a hole for you to make your move But no longer
Uh, I'm cruisin' by ya Took Banks for granted, got you too used to fire New provider, cross paths, I'll prolly dropped a few screws beside ya New
my throat Walk up in the store, grey goose right there How much that is, let me get that there Put yo middle finga up if you don't give a fuck Tilt yo
One shot, two shot, three shot, fo' Call up my driver I'm ready to go Skip all the lines, I go straight to the do' When I walk in, I put on a show
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