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I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it

Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?

This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this

north star's navigation
I'm off kilter I need space I'm twisted
This is no Keith Sweat but it's misting
Over you reminiscing bout a missed mission Pete

like I met you at the day, shit ain't crippin', my flag is red, I get in my head, think about if I Was dead, fuck it, let's get this guap instead
And I'm

Hit it once, then she learnin' my gang signs
Big grips on that hip a day now

And now I'm smokin' a yay now
Lil' niggas wanna play, okay, let's go
I

guns in my system 
And I'm not choosy

Pack that down when I roll my zoot
Strap that sound when I roll by booths
They don't really know 
Who they're

that's how I learned to budget
Red lights slipping, can't believe it's not butter
Hit his gut then his chin like the Stone Cold Stunner
Uh, Gucci North

Use to kick licks and run off wit whole onion rolls
Use to hit whips then peel off like it was nun folk
Been onnat if yeen know we'll now Ya know
I'm

clutch, rev and I'm missing
North, South, West and East, all around
Ghetts is seen
I can't cool it down, arrest, I'm free
Pop up a wheelie for the kids

tho your stomach rumbled
Left the house with your gun not coming back without a supper
We was the kids like usher to let it burn so when it's our turn

North America
I'm out here in front of one zero three three Budapest and Óbuda island
With my homeboy Arpad, releasing some buda up in the atmosphere

east the east  
Matter fact my style is west coast 
And I can take it down south up north it'll go 
Look I let go of the mic it neva me 
Young thug aint

BC park used to be link up, now when we link up we both gotta let bang go
Tj summers ain't lie tho'
I used to ram on the hood it was cool and fine

Hear me out, I know you busy up in heaven right now but hear me out

Let me take it back I'm talking 2012
Before we lost our homies and everybody went

want an Ak-47,

Woah woah, son I don't think you should be saying things like that,

Why not? It's true.

Uhh, well son I don't think Santa wants you

These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my

tell by how you responded
Naw we ain't got to talk about it
Enough passes thrown
And I caught it
Its 4th down
And she ain't punting
Let's go one-on-one

the word!
Catch niggas acting absurd
Roll it, then toke it, choke, laugh without a joke,
Smell funny all cause of smoke
But fuck that crackers prove that they

and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck

you got here too late for them to fix you 
a plate, get up early tomorrow and wait for the bus 
and let them play your voice and hand it back. it's

Spark Somebody Up

Buddha Monk

The Prophecy Revisted: The Alternate Masters

2006

coals, north star forty-eight track impose
Lyrics assassin strike low, buddha monk is above the law!
Now it's war! things ain't just peace no more
You

i had it, just had to apply it
Now all the pretty Lex P's know my songs and recite it
North Houston, North Tulsa, 8 hours to drive it
Grab a Sprinter,

holding a leng, G roll wid a skeng, When my face is bait up
It's 6 in the morn, My sis wid a jawn, Said cris don't wait up
Poor ski She bout da dumb yutes,

the territory
Cowards of the hour sickened by
My tower flower power
Shower and devour face the
Boom boom boom power
Tear da Club up Thugs kickin
It with the Hot

as fuck, take up the whole chest
Man, let me slow it down
My nigga over-sprayed the dog, somebody grab a towel
This the new edition of the Glocks, you