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facin' this toolie
If a switch on that bitch, you would think it's a uzi
I was bad on the bus, screamin' fuck Mr. Posey
She suck the dick real good, I'ma

Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on
I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs
Still on the bricks
I'm dealing with

the real deal
Ain't no run of the mill
And I'm digging you crazy
Your style is real ill
So take a walk with me
Open up and talk to me
Ain't no pressure
Just

the rest I left them outside by the dust bin
I'm on the ends questioning why they don't leave here
But this life's a merry go if I'm to be fair
I met some

all the shit that real niggas posed to do
If you fail that’s on you, can’t never let em blame us naw

10,000 blue dead heads stuffed in duffle
The money

I'm Satisfied
Trynna track me
No map to guide
In the open
I don't run no where to hide
No sticks and stones
Got god by my side
Keep it to real no knees

how I biggest fans always be some damn strangers 
But its crazy yo closest nigga he a do you shady
Then mourn with yo family like the shit is gravy

boy
Better stay prayed up
Yeah now I'm riding down St Bernard Ave
We was out here doing dumb shit
We ain't far from canal Yeah
Why is they claiming me

you contend
This is real shit, we don't pretend
Hours push past, sometimes days just don't last
Can't grasp, it's like being in a race with flash
Gotta

getting what I'm meaning
Devil's got me by the neck making it hard for me to breathe in
And I'm getting real tired, not knowing what to think
Cause

shapes a real man
Swervin on the net 
Talkin reckless 
But won't take a stand
For all them brothers 
Getting lynched 
On some caste shit 
I'm flabbergasted

the money that is in my purse
"Oh I, made the, 100 dollar, deals"
I don't, give a, fuck!
Give me something that is real like can't you talk about anything

I bite this bitch
Never fight this kid, get a full force fist
If you hate my shit, you can suck my dick
Beat slaps and I mean that
Hit it real hard

the steps, and now my lil Niggas  walkin
Y'all doin' all that talkin' cause this shit is free

Y'all fake identities, y'all still intimidated
Feelin' no

about shit, we can't link up, we not a tether
Capital one, they callin' me Kvo, I'm real close to the bank teller
Pretty bitch, tryna play, would you

an addiction
This ain't real, my life is a fiction
Ain't workin', need a different prescription, whoa
Watchin' the money flow

King Bee, watchin' the honey flow

Don't give me a fish, man, all I need is the tool, shit
Round of applause that we made it here
Been through it all, it took so many years

Now we walk

Lost Thugs

Ghetto Commission

Wise Guys

1998

killin' a nigga just to see the shit on the news
You was Lucifer seduced when you let loose as if killin' wasn't real
Pull the trigga then grin
Just so

For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, it don’t matter where we at
It’s still getting sold up
The yay gettin’ swolled up
Can’t forget the blow cut
Came from

Looking Good

Papa Reu

Xcuse Me!

2000

you step on my wing tipped shoe
'Cause I'ma just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)

Alright, ha ha
You know so we keeping it real, yeah

get it in
All I'm needing is the wealth my nigga I don't need no friend
Took too many losses now its time to take some wins
Damn I feel exhausted but I

the fuck would I even sleep
And long live my uncle Dennis by the name he sound just like a miniature mechanic
Niggas talkin' all this shit but I'm still here

the word 
Don't repeat what I've heard, (Uh uh) or I've seen or observed 
The only form of informer is one tagged by the coroner 
And I grab the pooper scoop

on the road working their way to bricks
Bro got hit by a stray for living 'round the way
As you could see that shit ain't sweet, but this is where we stay