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I can't breathe
Bought a condo from that (.?) on my 18th
I threw (four clothes shops?) so they can't cease 
Swear these crackers all some actors they

Chicken Hawk II

Mack 10

Based on a True Story

1997

over the woods to drop the body
and hit a lake to rinse off 'cause my feathers all spotty
I stalk once again caught my prey by surprise
look in his eyes

Are we stepping in the ride?
Might toss you the keys
I can't drive it if I'm fried
Turn the radio on, shit, that's me
I'm worldwide
Shit changed, not me

Extreme

Ed O.G

The Truth Hurts

2000

Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
ED O.G. uh uh, D Quest uh uh
Boston's Finest, y'all check this out

You challenge me I'll challenge you, off balance fool

to pay the price. Seen his killer once in court don't let me see him twice. Cause I will gladly risk it all ill take that nigga life; eye for an eye. Seen

know but lately I think I been on some other shit
Y’all don’t know who y’all fucking with
It’s GradeA from the 4 bih
Surrounded by all of my other niggas

lyrics I swear by now that I’ve seen ‘em all
Now Biggie Smalls, Christopher Wallace, Tupac Shakur
You two will never be forgotten, the way that you rocked

what you do
Y'all busters trippin'

Like twenty four seven
Baby three six five
I see the reaper round the corner in a queens disguise
So alluring super

suck my dick so good and long, swear to God, man, this bitch need a Grammy
I'm poppin' big shit, downtown Florida, what state? Where? I'm in Miami
Talk

Sweet Love

JT the Bigga Figga

Game for Sale

2001

and swear that a real pimp is his business
Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall
If a bitch want to do it she gon' fuck em' all
Dog, dog what up,

Sweet Love

Rappin' 4-Tay

Introduction to Mackin'

1999

and swear that a real pimp is his business
Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall
If a bitch want to do it she gon' fuck em' all
Dog, dog what up,

Komodo then slide to my dojo
Let's fuck in the crib baby this not the four door
We left through the back I don't like all the photos
Ya friend was too

pistol shootin' 762 (On gang)
Them broke ass guns
Do them bitches even shoot? (I swear)
Sippin' on Lil Leeke
Know we drop 'em by the deuce (Leeke)
You ass

Give me all the good vibes 
Shawty I suppose 

And I know Issa struggle 
Gotta keep it on the low 

But your so fire 
Let the truth be told 
(And)

It's

made it out the gutta
Nigga hallelujah
Bitch I ain’t at home
Hit my trap phone
We can’t leave the spot
Until it’s all gone
Screaming free my brother

ya grandma stay
Cause im droppin em off

Im tryna bounce

V4
Miss big body and they pay by the oz
I can smell a big dick
I be scopin em out
If aint got

no chocolate melt around here
Not popular, but I just might pop your left ear, With all this sauce

But again, do this for God, yeah, cause he a star

Big OiNN
I swear y'all some nosey mofos
Pocket watching
Ear hustling
Only the lord knows
Always asking what I'm where I'm
Why you wanna know
If I put

all my jeans got holes in the pocket
Yeah, the money falls out soon as I start walkin'
Good thing the sunshine don't cost nothin'
It's a good day for

itching, reading sinning
Only shot you take is Henny, Instagram, Snapchat plenty
Swear ya winning waiving semi’s bitch I’ll rear end you to Semi
See my fucks

Niggas swear he knew my next move, then I hit him with a dirk
He done pressed down on them work right now, so he ain't got no percs
Keep on rapping bout

came home to pump da YAE...every day all day 24 all week..  plus I'm an Uber,   Pharmaceuticals Sweet...

Couch hook... Sometime's you gotta feel

So weary and tired, hiding in the street So weary and tired, doing nothing all day
So weary and tired, I had to get this mafia shit back in order
Me

Just stay with me, though
Just wait a minute, I swear we're winning
Show is just beginning
White page, I mean it
Black pen scribbled, stage four

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