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of the Pole

White castle, sushi date
I know shes foxy, but I'll show up late
I don't have a wraith
But Head games still on the plate
I Quench thirst, juice by

Man them niggaz they Some hoe
They ain't never killed before
Tell the opps Go up the score
Why They talking like some hoes

Type of nigga f*ck a bitch

Man fuck this mirror
I have to remind myself
To find myself
I have to look behind myself
Let my light shine so bright I blind myself
Come up with a plan

dirt by myself don't need assistance (don't need assistance)
You hatin' me and I don't know that you exist, bitch (don't even know)
She text her

Yeah
Look

Young bull at the top of the block with the white front door and the corner subtle
Cool, but he always in trouble
Why you think his

about how
Many man I've have murdered
And you may find it boring
Appalling and I ain’t scoring braps
From your little rat packs
For just stating facts

know it stinks

Verse 1
Ride suspicious with the Glock extended
Hit the spot up nigga, then I gotta get it
Don't look up back a option
Get the choppers

(Woah) If you aint’ finna’ do it you know I’m finna’ do this shit 
cause like look aye  

Way too many people on me sayin’ that I'm next up,
Like

Lonely

Nana

Too Much Heaven

1997

I know I got to pay the price

Lonely
Lonely 

Cheepin' thru the streets at night after a fuss and fight
Tears in my eyes I'm a man lookin' for

or it go down
That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring
Or stuntin' her ass off in that '05 her man bought

How much your paint cost? Look

Uh huh
Mirage and truth
Can't wait to go to Heaven man
Yeah

As I look all around and I gaze at creation
The beauty in society, the pure infatuation

the truth
A lotta baddies givin’ me looks tonight
But I’ve only got eyes for you
I’ve only got eye, eye, eye, eyes for you
(I’ve got those eyes, I’ve only got

So much time has been passing[00:05.21]And now look at us[00:09.76]Started off so young[00:11.95]Now we have it all[00:17.00]It's so hard to believe

stories man, they never gon’ believe me
No deal, I did this shit by myself
I’m getting high, I smoke the L’s by myself
I get high I talk to God by myself

C-Sick

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

see-sick
  Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin' see-sick "

[RED RAG]
Well I guess I'm a gangsta
You probably know me by now
But the way that I look

look at us
Started off so young
Now we have it all
It's so hard to believe it, why?
But now we move on
So this is goodbye
Never thought that I would see

they'd probably rather die than to stay by my side
Yeah, I know, these things I know, oh

Yeah, I swear it's just me, nigga, I ain't never, I ain't never

vibe or whatever! Just slide over there
And admire from far so it's like you're not here
Sneeze
Hold on hold on holdonholdonholdonholdon
No, no
Look

and outta town with a package got me nooed
cuz i rather take a chance 
before i ever be employed by a cracka who don't view
me as a man but as a boy
cash

your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper

Look at all my words just before I lay it

on the task at hand
Don't worry bout it I'll just ask my mans
A closed circle
Outside of that you square
Too many new friends is how they get you trapped beware

Judgement Day

Esham

Judgement Day, Vol. 2

1992

the flatlines, we're runnin outta time
Dead by day is what I said sometimes though
I'd rather be dead is what I said so take it slow
Time to pay back, so hit

no paper
And never gon have no bitches feel me
(Ayo watch yo mouth)
See
Yah
Look

Me and them boy nah never good again
Them boy dey switch for the fame

he don't got no bands sir
So how he get her what's the answer?
Shorty look like fan service
Hand under her skirt on some perv shit
These nigga went