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kill him
And they call it Black Magic when they baffled by the physics

Smart niggas are the white man's villain
I rocked these linens for Wakanda

best to leave the drama where it is
But this vest ain’t bulletproof, it don’t protect my heart
Might need an oversized tee so it’s harder to hit the mark

from the boys in blue;
Lay low for a month or two,
Then I'll leave the states
Got my homey making deals
Paint the car and change the plates;
I don't need

Dreads hang low  
She don't wanna fuck, bet her best friend go  
Glock with a dick that's extendo  
All blue strips, Imma spend that hoe 
Murder on my mind

kickin' they ass
Gas, choke, grab that boy by the throat
'Cause I heard him say that SMG is not made out of G.O.A.T.s
Kill his whole gang, turn them bitches

in the club
it's goin down
anywhere you meet me guaranteed to go down

Slim Thug:

Slim Thug Ya'll
Boss of da South blue boy game
In da drop top candy

to which I can grow 
Fuck do you know, 'bout a spiritual soul 
Rap as a ritual zone, rhyme and habitual flow
Posssesed by a zest to be best even though it

do
Now what would my nigga nipsey do
What would my nigga nipsey do
Said would my nigga nipsey do
Stack blue faces call it counting bodies
Going best

peeled his skin
Roll his ass up in a wood then spark it, me and bronem did it
Streets is not for little boys, this shit really for the wicked
Be with

I'm a road boy, that's forever
Downback nigga, I'm a veteran
Drop it anywhere I go, I'm settlin
Pounds by the load, we can mail it in
I got control

Yo, bitch, a soul eater, but I keep a scythe
I stay sipping on syrup, I got me a pint
By my lonely don't care about being disliked
That bitch lovely,

Said it made the shit

Ehhhh

And you dunno

Ohhh

Hnn hnn
Get them boy shit

This Game for the boss who kill nigga talk the shit you gon get it am

life you deal with bad boys like early Jordan with the Pistons
I’m on my Tupac at the house of blues
If this the last time I show, just know that I paid

Don't come knockin' on white lightin'
Rollin' stoned and I don't give a fuck
And if I go broke
I'll still be ridin' 'round in
Dope ass '90s trucks
So blue

He inna public bathroom
face right by the stall
Why his face right by the stall cause that boy keep nodding off
Every night he hit his knees
but he

Right about now
Mr. Clynch's career is about to be ended by this fucking diss
Judge Barnes presiding
The prosecuting attorneys are
Jaz Barnes, Jaz

screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream

against me
Put yourself inside my shoes
Learn what it's like to feel the blues
If you ain't never been locked up
Then you best not open up them lips
Unless

faces followed by applause
I'm the best to ever do this shit
Keep yo comments to yourself
If you ain't tryna act on that
Niggas bang for image now imagine

understood..

I’m from a city where we dream lavish surrounded by the savage
Criminals & drug fanatics thugs and crack attics twisted off that blue magic so many

Welcome in to the dungeon
I hope you brought the cocaine
I hope you like to function
Tell them bring her in let's get to fuckin
Grab her by the hair

Man, Pavé, go 'head (holdup Pavé, what is this?)
(LiqLiq play that fire)

I say my health just like my bitch, it's toxic and bad as shit (for

a war (let's go)
You best go call yo' mama, 'cause we cuttin' yo' life short (let's go)
Boy, we want yo' head, we ain't aimin' at the floor

I want

and she'll put you to sleep
By put you to sleep I mean resting in peace
I getting this money I'm getting blue cheese
I'm stacking these hunnids, I make it look