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low
Watching everything thang moving hearing the streets talk
They said what's his name shhsh ahhtt I'm already on em
Lil dawg ran out town shit ima get

not glad
Better get to a bag
Cuz like ye n em said
Lil ma want yo cash
And if yo ain't got it
She gon hit the dash
Leave you in ya feelings
And down

these fiends
And i gotta get it by any means
If you fucking with 12, getaway from me
Woah woah, that nigga isa opp gotta go
I killed a nigga and i shot em

That you don't get laid
By the flying strays
Duck season lil' homie
Hit the highway
Gold trippin' got that chain
Swingin' both ways
Anneh Syze
Do it like

on the dick to the ball to the hands
Fucked up so hard, ripped a hole through the pants
This ain't it all, watch a bitch get murked outside

By drivin' tracks

I ain't no average joe
Not your typical flow
My homie use to sell blow
Hit em up for the raw cut on the low
Shipments coming through Mexico
Why you

run
Every track so dope hit pause an watch it Crack back
Hit play again an when it starts to spin you get a contact twack
So get the what ups now
My

quick

Harvest season Imma get the fruits of my labor
And when it comes time
You know its runnin low
Where is left to go
When it feels like you've

(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Yuh (ayy), yuh, what? (Ayy)
Yuh, yuh, what? (Ooh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh (bitch)
Yuh, yuh, fuck (ayy)

all of my tracks
Craps in the barrel, they look down and laugh
And wring us for every last dollar we have
It's easy to make your
Lil' rappers look bad

Don't Stop

Spice 1

Souls on Ice

1997

the thug in me
Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie
You lil clown ass nigga walkin in bozo shoes
While my niggas out here doin hits, makin

playing but you believed it, hater please get off my dick
Fuck you asshole, you a bitch, just got stabbed by a damn witch
Killed the op, he was a snitch,

an enable dat
(Ya huurd me?
Switch)
If you see me i be solo
Eyes low
By myself
GPS on go
But they dont know
(Ricky B flow)
I dun got what i came for
Exchanged

topic shit 
the poppin always floppin
So I put a touch a feelin now the peoples always coppin it, like 5-0.
Tryna keep the crime low
Distracted by

Aye 
Yeah, yeah, yeahh
I almost lost my voice on that track before this one 
You feel me
I had to come with something a lil' more, you know 
Yeah

test me oh no 

Where's the gas, I'm trynna blow, make the world go slow
Was living in the shadow, not too long ago
I'm trynna keep it on the low, like

you can get her back
Bitch im drama on the track
I know that
Bitch im whippin in the 6 with like 50 fucken G packs
Dont ask me where my Gz at 
I

them corners I was lonely by myself,
On this mission only help you got is self,
General district put yo case up on the shelf,
So in the future the tool

it's a problem lil bitch you can leave
You ain't the one I'll have two of you by three
Too many options no difference to me
All of these bitches stay

a track race
Aye, I ain't going back to my last place
Haters take shots and we ducking them on the low
Same day later they calling you big bro
Don't nobody

the brake
My favorite lady loving on you got me trazy baby
Just stand by my side imma teach you how to ride
I swea ts sweet like da candy lady
Just gotta stay

on a low lame
I work to hard to boosting a no name
I’m profane hit a nigga dome from
Close range I won’t change
Fuck ass niggas, yeah

Kill a fucking beat

still always focused on the next joint
Its only right I strike a deal by my next joint
Now look at that, im on track
I rock beats for that check
For

deep, back to back, we send him up

Had to call Lil' Zip, remember days was comin' up
Mm, mm, mm
Had to chop up by the duck
Alright, I get the chips,