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be wishing that you died bro
Reason why I tend to lie low
But I keep my killy with me
'Case a nigga really wanna try though
I know them jiggas by my

them by name
So now, who am I?
Just a rapper with a mission a passion
With a gifting that you can witness
While I manoeuvrer through uber fitness
With

and looking for his pager 
What's in the news today did we find a saviour
Nah I'm just looking for some part time labor 
By the way did you remember put the gas

n***** shook up
Police got to search we make
It hard for them to cook us
Go and get that bag all by
Ourselves we gotta push us
B O A B E N T you n*****

don't wanna beef bout that drama
I don't like to speak let's be honest
I don't wanna tweak but say the wrong shit you'll be sleep by the morning
Straight

new wrist, look like a snow globe
Milli in my bank and you know how it goes
Prolly didn’t think that I’d get here, no
I did it all by myself
I didn’t

Maybe I'll Go

Lene Marlin

Unforgiveable Sinner

2000

with your thought 

You may think I don't notice don't get a bit hurt by what you do 
I ask you to please think of 
What I've done to you. 
Please

eight
I ejaculate these wicked phrases t’ these paper pages
Haters say that I look so lame, but I’m getting paid
Try t’ match me, I’m strike you down,

Could have been something else
In man's hands
Cold fingers warmed by the touch
Just gonna slip away
What he softly prayed
I won't lift you up

a shawty that I couldn't keep Caressing
Satan start attacking when you figured Out yo blessing
I'm goin hard I influence all of my Peers
I cannot breathe

tell you somethin'
Different I'd be livin a lie
Everyone of y'all the biz
Little somethin' came by
Y'all the reason I was livin
I ain't ready to die no

see, I whacked this guy Tony from the upper east side
But he got up
Boy, was I surprised
Was it the mash?
You mean that old song from the 60's?
Yes yes

heard
I know I know nothing
You think you know it all
You're a fucking nerd fucking absurd
I'm sitting back having panic attacks by
Taking in your fancy

Copy all we are off how we all are rockin
And they kosher but don’t trip
My pockets got a loaf of that
I’ll show you how you’re supposed to rap
Yeah, for

I should be the one, the one they’re all fearin', you shouldn’t ever let me near him
I don’t hold back for my parents, God on my side, no caring

to gotta pay it back
I need a higher price tag
Acquire nothing
Trying to make fire all day what got back it so touching a
Motherfucking 100 by third
Can pay

a conversation piece
Like public spectacles
Unleashed more of a clue
So when I wake up to the reigns
I'll be one step ahead of you
I slide like Kodachrome
Wrote

all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs

[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,

standing 
This life that we thought we were in 

Everything we do we no win 
Street guys ask how we do it 
Now we haffi grow
When we do it and we win

love
But I'm grateful that I'm here and not whoever it was
And I'm thankful that in you I found someone I can trust
Head over heels in love

for p’s

[Ka’reema]
Well I ain’t gonna ask or beg you please 
I got niggas on my line that would beg to squeeze 

[TiZ EAST]
Give me a break, I got

OxyContin brought jewels
They praying that I quit
But I worked to hard to just lose
This F N got a kick that will knock socks out of shoes
All them prayers in

smarter
I done made my own wave
You niggas gon' need a charter
Y'all thought y'all was catching up
But y'all just pulled up in the harbor
By the time y'all

strategized, I could de-atomize
I live the rapper life, your life a wrap, that’s the
Afterlife, leaving you empty-handed I
Hope you can pantomime, songs y’all