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twelve at yo door (whoa)
So here we go
No balance in her justice
That pussy polarizing
You hate her but you fuck it
Vance Street nigga
Break 'em down into

to push it back from three

Attempt your slaughter I'm never lost for words
Your ankles deep in the water while shepherds startin' the purge
Mass eviction,

your vest lil nigga
You never kicked down doors
Or popped them heads lil nigga
I rock a lil different when I'm off my meds lil nigga
5.56 full court

the messenger, fire the preacher, they crow
Find the teachers, they don't 
I've been freed by fake folks
Stopping me, no they won't 
They won't stop my bank roll,

still call through the cell phone
One place doesn't matter, walk a few blocks see me through the front door
Tell what happened through the window, let me

laugh when we step in the building, end on the ceiling
My head is up in the clouds and I can't go down
I live for the moment, I'm here right now
Wait,

yankees and the mets
3 salaries for rent Or nose candy by the steps
Not ya average savage like randy for the checks
I gets viciouse like sid if its ta get

They rooting for the underdog
I get knocked down but I bounce back and I brush em off
Somethin soothing in the undertones, but the bars sharp so it's

for me
Took me till next Jan to clear out the turmoil
Caused by other niggas
That are still ducking me
I played it down
Till they thought it was over

Inside the left gotta stizz and a suorin
We get to the club and walk through the door
We gon pour like 3 or 4
By the end of the night
All roads lead

Jehovah my witness I knock at yo door
He down for the count and I'm upping the score
Tic tac toe
3 in a row
Uh
Having this munyun having them stacks
four

on pine floors and slamming of screen doors is the wild and free place I go

So when months have gone by where it snows in my mind will the waters be frozen

Recorded, produced, and engineered by Ron Raunchy for Wheelhouse Studios in Andover MN…

VERSE1: Now would you look at that . . . Dove and Laugh are

Pull up to that block 2 3 shots get a nigga missin
They think im smokin on ole boy but that’s none of yo business 

Big kill standin on bidness 
Run it

your mama proud? Is your daddy sad?
And your lovers, did they know the score?
Did they fear the bullets breaking down the door?
What's the deal with all

by I
Sipped too much smoke and I
Became part of the carpet
I didn't fit
And this all was a lie

Breaking down the waking walls
Of this hallway
Reaching

"You still didn't know what happened, when you knocked upon my door.
The things you had and the life you lived, all the dreams you had before.
Your

I'm a spray it on their door

Call me fuckin Rambo I'm a go pop pop pop
Go and talk your shit I'm a hit all these shots
Speeding down your block got

by Two-three Temp gang forever I'll Dunk on the whole team Know how to rob

But I can't work no triple beam These niggas Worse than hoes Always wanna

what little
Resources are left to the poor
Just to have a car and an apartment takes three times a
Minimum wage job, and most businesses don't pay
Even

through the door
Don't want a little taste
Ya gotta give me some more, c'mon

Livin life like a son of a gun
5,4,3,2,1

How do you want it?
How do ya need

the grandpa, three for the 80
The peanut butter brittle got the sizzles goin' crazy
And sizzle when it blaze and ring bells in his ear

A-A-One, hey son, make

out, bitch, I'm all in your house
Through the window in the back door, I'm moving like a mouse
Taking cheese and running out, switching lanes, I'm

and the diner has closed down
Three weeks since we talked, two lines were exchanged
Recently, you're all I've yearned for and my new best friend has become