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Diabolical

Mr. Pookie

Dallas Crooks [Chopped & Screwed]

average balla 
We ride for Mr. Diabolical 

[Verse 1]
Now who am I the ngga from D.T stacking cheese
And Flipping G's and making them see's  respect me
I'ma

Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds

in here
That beef shit ain't new in here
Been bussin' heads since the 7th grade
Ain't half of the shit we do in here
Fuck a hater let him get mad
I got

that's seventeen (boo)
G17, need ten .17's like Pooh and Guwop (glee, glee)
Old-school with a two-pot
Hold on, who's that there by the food shop? (Food

Underground

Necro

Sadist Hitz

hits
You'll be blinded like Rosie O'Donnell
jumped up ten feet in the air and flashed her tits
Life is shady G in 1976 my parents created me
I've been

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at the youngins I been dropping buku hits yeah
I can't tell you why they hate on me yeah yeah
All I ever did was keep it G yeah yeah
I just lost another one

Sin (and Rzarectah). 

Yo, yo, I gotta get a grip 
And ends on life, I'm livin trife, G 
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me 
It might be

or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts

from wrongs
Thoughts floatin' out my brain, you won't catch me write a song
Three-five, three-seven, you won't catch me light a bong
'Rilla on my

Joanlee Feat. Mike Classic - ”Misunderstood" 

Written by: Joanlee & Mike Classic

INTRO:

MIKE: 
Yea..., ugh, ugh, ugh - ugh gyea. 
It's like, it's

am you so you are me
And every now and then we get a little out of hand
To fuel our greed driven by our wants and needs
It seems we never act ourselves

another one recording speech,
If you listen clearly, you can hear my parents when they speak,
They were in the other room the time I did the song, G
We had

And it happened slowly 
It's enough about that
I did this rap by my doly 
I dont need me no stamp 
I'm too old for a og
All of that smoke 
I got that in my

the beat, another one recording speech
If you listen clearly, you can hear my parents when they speak
They were in the other room the time I did the song, G

on picking up the cross
To follow
Keep on chasing
Time is getting shorter
By the second people waiting
For sons of God
To be revealed
Throughout all

the window looking for revenge it's the
Count de Monte Cristo
I be counting money by the fistful, youngin'
You don't know what nothing
Bout this though,

Chyea
It's ya boy
Take 500
Eh

I'm limited by nothing but my own apathy
Bon appetit, when I been serving you like a platter
I'm about to be

Counting the minutes
Who am I kidding
No I'm not quitting
I'm learning to live it
Every second that goes by
I learn to cherish my life
It may be my

I kneel by the steam
My cuts and abrasions I clean
I peer at reflection in water
And reflect on what I gleaned
With a gleam, in my smile, as I bleed

Never Change

Lyrical 187

Ready 4 What Eva: Slowed & Chopped

Ha, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror
Presidential affiliation, G.I.N. what it do ha

[Chorus: x2]
I ain't never gon change my ways
I'm still gon put it

sa'm vle reyalize demen, m' toujou pare jodi...
5. Kiyès nan nou'k pa g'on Jida akonpanye'l...?
6. Kiyès nan nou nan vi sa Lesifè pa janm twonpe'l...?
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When My Team Comes Through ft. MiAH (Prod. by Jacques Toni) lyrics -- From “My College Life Part 1: Lesson Learned” Album
MICHAEL DARIUS

tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly