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Alive

Arsonists

Date of Birth

2001

That's fine
I'm at the finish line, now you behind
We in the race and I'm droppin your horse
Everything down my road is an obsticle course
And one by one I

ist laut und du denkst
Der Track ist ill
Und du hast vollkommen recht
Willkommen in Ganxtaville

Ridin' by, mothafuckas always gettin high
In

was a chosen one due to my chrome gats
Bad ass lil' n with a trash
Bag now I gotta confess it
Every day arrested
Ns wanna test this to get at the hoes

Battle Creek, call the cavalry!/
I’m your majesty, couldn’t fathom g, spit em rapid heat, wanna jab wit me!?/ 
LIL BITCH ITS LUUUSSSS!/

[Chorus: Tarek]
No

name
My lil' niggas still shoot for fame
Moms at work, pops skated, you don't know the pain (you don't know the pain)
Heron Preston rain jumper, don't

Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
Came from

like dimes
On the grind like it's still '09, don't let a meal go by
I want the food so I'm using every tool
Dropping summer heat June to June
They

On that South by Southwest shit
We was lit, big bags of okie on the highway
Played a lil' Hall and Oates
And then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in

You need backup it's not a trade by the way
Ain't no Gamestop, lil' nigga, we don't play
Swear to God, it's been a good day
I ain't have to hit a nigga

leak (saucin)
Streetz bang it no bleeps (and v103)
Stings like the police stop tazing taking shots (heat)
Try to stop me prolly not (run in these cleats)

my check up, they won't let up to get next to me
Out in Las Vegas smoked big blunts with my nigga Eight
Passed out from the heat I bussed my head
Them

jam, nigga, I'm used to the heat (facts)
These niggas don't know how to score, they just setting the screen
Fuck what you do for the others, boy, what

Come and Catch Me

Young Buck

Case Dismissed

2006

-A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up
And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!)
Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake
I'm just happy

All My Life

Young Buck

T.I.P.

2005

comrades
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats
Bad ass lil' nigga wit' a trash bag now I gotta confess it
Every day arrested

Niggaz wanna test this

Cutthroat Game

Spice 1

The Ridah

cutthroat, Cutthroat

[Verse 2]
Excuse me lil nigga, what the fuck did you say?
I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay
Fuck what he say or she say

hating nigga hectic
I just ignore em & throw em the dressin
That's what I mean by ain't no pressure
We got the (?)
We got the (?)
My lil baby red

her bitch ass brother, he don't know we spark heat
I be chillin' I don't spark beef
Be in my own zone and my whole gang be on defense
I got layers

real hard, that lil' youngin a beast now
I'ma keep dropping the heat
Took a few losses but I'm on my feet now
Niggas weren't ready for me
I wish I'd

the cream and you know my swagger clean 
Got a chase that bag get that shit by any means 
Black truck ski mask while 
I’m clutching on the heat 
I’m a let

is how this shit be
They aint fucking with me
They dont fuck with my beats
They aint touching this heat
I don't run I don't run
And I aint even brother

clever
'Cause I ain't snappin' my daily endeavors
I ain't no number two, but I'm bringing that heat like my name's Endeavor

On the strip with my hand

for this field
I really came from the struggle
Crystal older son, Chubbs
He really the muscle
He stay in his bubble, them my lil' partners
Play with

shit you niggas on
Ludicrous li'l bitch be gone
I ain't amused by your songs
I close my eyes, my soul is feeble
Look inside you hold the key
Fuck

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

lil EZ told me
Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original
Mono why mono ain't no subliminal Hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready