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I’ve been hearing ‘bout chicks sucking dicks and shit since I was six years old 
On TV, magazines in movies all generating bricks of gold

This is like Thanos six stones unbeaten
Nah nah wait
This is like Isaiah I write fire so they know who's speaking
You lying to lions then, you'll get

Lady Heroin

J. Flex

Death Row Archives: The Soundtracks

2007

And now they diggin' me a six-foot ditch in the ground (see ya)
So take it from me, yo, the negro with a tag on his toe
I'm tellin' ya not get with that

I'd rather touch the sky
As I'm reaching for the cieling
Hope I never lose the vision
Cause its never wisdom if you spitting
Its only till you 6 feet

Murder Follows Me

Psychopathic Rydas

Ryden Dirtay

2001

the ghetto
Every motha fuckin' day
A nigga on parole
Now I gotta find a way
Ta get back on my feet
Gotta call Lil' Shank up
Walkin' to the crib
Saw nigga get

Oh you mad 'cause I made a few bucks now
If your hoe in the club, she get smacked down
I be trapping from sun up, to sundown
Like li'l baby, I don't

Man, hell yeah, anything pella the goat Muthafuckin' does, you know that's G-Seven Approved
I am the muthafuckin' C.E.O. of seven six seven, Fuck you

From the age of 6 I’ve heard the voice of God. In that sense, my story is quite unconventional. From a very young age, I bore the burden that

to get fried right with it
Vin-smoke don't get smoked, thinking you have an approach
Here's a quote, lil seasoning and I'm cooking lamb out yo goats
You

on the tip of my dick and she nibbling
Big pole for that adrenalin
Wrist froze whole lotta shivering
If I tell you I got it I got it six figure deposits cant

on if shit went wrong (uh)
I smell deception in the air, this shit is sittin' wrong (uh)
Only paid six eth' to fix the bitch teeth (that's it)
Now she

Det heng en dress I skapet og minnan dem e sår
Den vart æ konfirmert I da æ va fjorten år
Vi va mang som gikk for presten I 1977
Men den eneste som æ

the coffin
Hip hop is forever
Word to godson I feel that
If if hip hop is dead I am a ghost of it
RIP to all the beats we killing
Birthed in the Bronx New York

Oh oh y'all ain't like that
He was black too probably stood six two
With bad credit
I think he had golds in his mouth
The second coming of Hip-Hop

and I could feel people judge us
I was a little loud but maybe I'm just sensitive
But lately I've been going out at 6
Going running, buying spinach even

my face and they whip out they phone
Most of this shit right here off of the dome
I'm not from Atlanta the 6 was my home
Boy you a dummy if you come in

Atlantic
Robbers robbing more than ever shooters banging it’s manic
Granny told me to come by I didn’t think that she would die
Is what a lot of people say

Three things for sure and four things for certain
Five fingers of death couldn't leave me hurtin'
I stay your on six till seventh heaven
Cause I eight

AFTER LIFE
Written By: Daniel Flores, Jean Rodrigues, Fabrizio Bufalino Mora

Ya agotamos la cuentas y las possibilities
Me tirabas indirectas y

lessons
I only got my family got crossed by my best friend
All this bullshit I'm suppressing cause I feel like stepping
I been talking to my demons they

out
Have you carried out like Uber nigga
I know it's not fair, short hair we don't care
Burning on that Gelato,  you smell it everywhere
Fuck nigga

walls
Shuffling around
As the future trickled down
And I was thinking when the tunnel lost its light
George Romero got flesh right

Bite it off so easy

in control and I'm stuck in hole now I see a lil better I told her...

20 more minutes until I'm gone, Please Leave me lone. (fr)

I left that girl now

responsibility oh
Figured nobody was ever givin me a go
Gotta stand up by myself I know
This is life I know… high low, high low
High-low
Look in my eyes, I know