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blow
CrazyMan
Inhale'n that smoke and he won't let it go
CrazyMan
Told em he gone die before he left the store
Play and you get left in smoke
Home
No

leashes
Yeah it's repo time, of all these violated leases
You over your milage, I see you out there real stylish
Through these grown man eyes, my vision

Take Takeoff)
All rose gold on, call it rose bowl (rose)
I got the key
Unlocking the game like a cheat code (cheat)
Fuck a bad bitch
I’m fucking with

Umnqundu wamapolisa sana
Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa

(Are you ready?)

Yo, what's wrong with these neeks?
Man can't tell me about these streets

Man my life it can really get deep
I been down in the streets
Nigga pipe down nigga get on yo feet
Turn the lights down nigga keep your mistyque
Gotta

So afraid of losing power, gotta cheat for the wins
If we going by the bible, why must we accept the sin
Because they repent? Knowing they gone do it

bout unleaded
Springfield 40 stay by me that console where i kept it
They see me growing they see me glowing man these niggas turn jealous
When you get

no cheat code
Right right right but I went In beast mode
Still all black, was I born emo?
I need cheese, square, no lito
For the bills you get vetoed

drugs and graffiti
To bein' a man honest work for living
From parties 'till four, exos and candyflippin'
To getting degrees, and serving this nation
From

Every line going fast and furious
Already better by the time you hearing this
Y'all should actually listen bitch you making me delirious
This year 
I'm

the
Devil on my shoulder cutthroat, got my angels bleeding
Yo (wait a minute)
Came out the jungle to show you the definition of pain
I'm addicted

than black and white like happy feet
Ricochet bullets C-O-D anti cheat
Lacing up my cleats
Kicking shit like Bruce lee
Jotting on a loose leaf
Sitting in

Pressure on Suckas,
Cheat Codes - Equipped With da Sticks without Serial Numbers, 

WE goes…Dumbs with Drums out da window Wit da Chops - Reload….. Click

then say I cheat 
I should know boo the Math ain't making sense on your receipts 

I'm about to lose it inside 
I'm trying my best not to ride 
you want

in the city still high
Everybody from the area together so we ride
2170, all the boys let it go
'Cause we live by the code

Yeah, I grew up, I'm

Or ride a horse Indiana Jones
Yo I keep going non stop
While dogs keep barking cos I'm strong
I'm chilling sipping pine on the top
My time is too much for

like killing her, eh yo she’s miserable/ 
Why you think I creep and I cheat in the first place/ 
Every time I speak I be lying in the worse ways/
We

fashion, ah

Coffee connoisseur I know my way around a bean
Not an amateur, a father figure giving homes to teens
Troubled by the world of unconsciousness

game like Call of Duty, or some say more like Madden
But don't judge me by my past, man, I was wicked wild back then
Everybody has some regrets, or else

here, man)

What's your addiction? Yeah
Is it money? Is it hoes? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted, yeah, yeah, yeah
By not one, not two, but all three

filthy
Man I really want a Richie
Milli
On my wrist 10 speed

Cocky Nigga wit some big greed

Uh

And i really want bandz
Fill up my pants 
Making it hard

H-town take it slow I won't rush through
Sittin' here all alone by yoself just cryin'
Got yo girls in ya ear like man he liein'
Then it don't help he

blows, make some change, adios
Take pride in yo ride like a playa should
Roll like Spice Adams through yo favorite hood
Come hit the city once, you might

Damn Right

Dres

Sure Shot Redemption

1999

Your eye on the sparrow...Gotta bounce when you hear it 
..turn it up a notch..cause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your 
Spot..We 
Keep it hot like