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any sense
And I'd love to tell you women are sweethearts
You look at where they start, they even the bigger menaces
It's cold out in the west

The Jump Off

DC

The Session

2004

the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right

goin' with me
Locked in, DTB, them niggas born in it
It ain't no sideways with you, I'm with you right or wrong
Call my phone, I'm with you how long
One

werden Sessions in Paris geplant
Finanziert durch Mucke, stell dir vor, ich hätt dis nie gewagt
Broke und lebte ständige in den Tag hinein
Jetzt flieg'

the miles in the
Beamer tryna' evade police
My dawg in a car hand by the
Broom like he came to clean
Substitute my broads all my texts say
"why you change

bury us
What you know about your house heated up by the oven
Blaming that found sack of weed on your cousin
In the streets trying to avoid prison

Swayze - ghostin'
On the I-95 New York City - coastin'
No I'm not boastin'
Out in Paris eating French toast in the morning
They looking astounded by

by far
Expand your mind mami hope in the car
Lets turn it up cause I'm ROLLIN we CHOKIN
On Gelato 33 we SMOKIN just left the cookies shop
Blowin with

the news, it's on again

The sun rise on the east side of the planet
The whole setting in the West, I don't feel I'ma understand it
My soul fragile

out
Me and Chancellor, fuck you tahm bout
Village shittin' on niggas in time out
When I'm feeling this all
That I rhyme 'bout
Me and Kembe grindin' in

The Jump Off

Luni Coleone

Mobstarz

2002

the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right

to a corpse,
Want this shit forever like my time cut short,
Niggas think it's sweet but they ain't bout that sport,
Vision looking blurry only seeing the war,

me nigga even Karen

These hoes for everybody so I used to share em
I'm in the drop gettin top while I'm running errands
I'm working on my day off

the wild wild west
It ain't shit sweet in the Chi
Villain Park
Give me Pride
G Street come step On Gerard
DBlock was ours before ours
North Ave all Through

want a piece, some want the pie
Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot
I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black

If you real, won't you go

Verse 1: Big Gipp

It's a stray man, living in these veins man
Suckin on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take the wind out thru
We never wash

keep a nigga from a sinning 

Even though I live in hell

Your boy just wasn't meant fail

The chains are gone so I feel free, but not really like

nothing yea
(Can't even have fun no more)
If they started bussing
Cock one in it started clutching
Nigga put my life in danger
I don't care who see me

hanging from a rope
And I just wanna escape from that image
Give a nigga a break from suspension
Given any other day in this system
Little bit of peace with

he stay trying to be me
Catch a opp out of bounds leave a fuck nigga leaking
In that car I go fast I pull off tires screeching
When I hop on the beat

mixing different liquors
Sending bitches signals mixing different feelings
I rolled it up by myself, so I’m bout to smoke by myself
I don’t need yo help, i

catholic probably why I'm in my shoes
9-5 not 90 coupes 12 bucks under kidds rule
9m on my bedpost AR by the bed door
Shawn X this black war looked sweet get

First 48, Momma she dread 
Used to watch it before she went to bed 
Paranoid when I ain't come in by 12 
Scared 12 would bring me in full of lead 
First

feeling love sick, I think I had the flu I was feeling brazy nigga
I had to change my mood, I was having thoughts tho I never understood
Days went by she