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that boy blow his whole paycheck
And I get it on with the freaks and weirdos
In the club surrounded by people
Some are scared to say that we're evil

Ladies and gentleman
I got a story to tell
Come on and sit side by side on this carpet
It goes a little something like this
She came on me hard
No

could make songs
And still burst packs
Free my big bro loops, on his final third lap
Niggas hating cah he a made a
Quick 50 in the can
Always saying I got

soldiers and troops
If you not ducking then you are a goose
None of my people are rats and snakes
Live by the motto whatever it takes
I got the power like

that shit too weird
I fumbled with my bitch, we been together more than two years
I promise imma tell that girl I love her by the new year (Fasho)
You

crying in this life
My old girl called me baby boy
Sad to see my look on life is blinded as a thought
I Stevie Wonder why
Or when in life I had got lost

More than you ever been
So don't ever
Ever think that you
Are not enough
You get another chance
His story was similar to The Prodigal Son
But he was

Cabo eating tacos buying stocks from supreme
I’m Martin Luther living out his dream
With this bad little chick that suck my soul when she on her knees

with a price
My son ain't a pair of dice
You don't gamble when it comes
To my only girl out of mine
You called the cops
On a nigga
Really want me doing

Back to the Grill

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV
And if there ain't no papes there's no show
I'll just chill and return to kick em in the grill

[Chorus]

[Red

Now I am who I am and I love me to death but sometimes I just kill me
And my girl is my girl and I could love her to pieces but I would never let her

just wanna rap
Facts cass' ain't strapped! You wanna ride
In ya girl car 10K I want him dead!
Put some numbers up for his box
Since he think he

an eagle that soares through the sky
And hit the murder scene with a perfect disguise
In my rap world, we pump 75 girls
Playboys short right before court

to me
They only see what they wanna see, man
They're half blind collect the bag
Already tell you I should half mine
Chattin' to my little nigga by

Baking soda, what the fuck for?
The rice with the duck sauce
Gunshots'll drop his lunch off (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He ain't dead yet? We blew

plants give off the flavor of fauna
That they've digested by chance and that gets harvested off em 
So you can sprinkle your lamb with little stardust

sound if a roach get to coughing,
Money is often,
Very deep in his thoughts which,
Pertain to my fiscal affairs,
I’m aware,
They are there,
But it’s clear

family fighting
Tryna remember good times, tryna remember Titans
It's all slanted now, slurred speech and bad writing
Another birthday a girl that I

little predator your name ain't on no register
The system failed that little boy
But I am here to rid him of his monster
Under the bed, under the bed,

cause i piped and you didnt, you little bitch
Shut the fuck up and stay in school you little shit
First of all, dont you call her a bitch
Im mad? you

ain't been the same, always down, it's pretty lame
Acting like a little boy who lost his favorite army toys)
I know what you're trying to say, can't get

up the classics
New pair of kicks just gotta find a shirt to match it
I don't even pay attention all you niggas capping
Zeros by the second bitch I'm

his help
I leave him shelved to seek out wealth
Yup, It sucks
Ain't no hugs
No kisses 
I don't miss him 'less I'm stuck
Dad trust me I'm ambitious
I'm

Them haters lied, I heard em epp, 
I'll bust his head just for a rep
Now I don't know why that lil Daddy hatin' on me 
I'm just a little black boy form