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the side door
Spent long nights with my eyes open 
Popped a pill and it dawned on me, been this way since a young boy 
Called me out on the same story, I

how to cope
Before the planet explodes
Enemy ships that are spanning the coasts
They either mad at that Joe
Guy on the TV or they after me gold
You'll

[Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy)]
yeah! yeaah!
yeah! yeaah!
this ya boy Lil'Jon
yeah! BME Cliq
alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones

ain't playin' no games

Punch that ho to the floor
I'm in in sport mode (Go)
He done popped out the blue
He done struck gold (Damn)
Boy done iced out his

from a hard life
Fuck a Joker bout scratch like Poison Ivy
Mr. Freezing up the gold, so the boys icy
These niggaz Two-Faced, see em all poised ta spite

from the jungles with Gorillas and Gold diggers
Niggas in they feelings, they so bitter, they hope that
We trip and fall down
But nope tell 'em I know

answer
As you breached, I chose not to speak up
Cause I was weak, by today's standards you be fired
I just play it like Ether in 02, bitch who shot ya
If

Uh, way before I found
What I'm good at I was clowned
While I was down, and now they say my name different
I am the bag gettin' chased by these lame

know I been the GOAT, couldn't see me through the smoke
Cleared it now, all they see is gold, but don't fall cause murder what she wrote
Keep your eyes

Yeah

Holy Ground

My woes I sing loud
l won't hold'em down
All of the sounds
I bring out
Echoes all around and
Golds what I find in the deep
Look

you've checked in
You ain't checkin out

Hope that I'll never be caught by whoever's hokage though
That's why you know that I'm knockin on wood release

fall on yo losses
Get back up
On the dance floor
If she got Michael khors
Then she not yours
Branding my girls 
By the brand on they tummies
You give

Zoning out, I can feel the weed
I swear I can do anything
Hemi boy, gone cause I love to speed
Who can keep up with me
Feeling like screw in '93
Flawless

(Love)
No room to run, yeah your shit out of luck
Gotta keep faith, and keep hunting the Bucks (Yeah)

Looking at the sun
But blinded by hate (Hate)
Your

Down South

Mista Madd

Can I Live? [Clean]

2000

[Hook: x2]
This is how we, do it down South
Platinum and the gold, ice in our mouth
Fo's in place, Chi-Town fades
4's or blades, candy sprayed

portions
Niggas had to get it all on their own through the commotions
I show no emotions
I just keep going
Been surrounded by the OGs
We don't do cloning

That boy eat in the street
Right now, that boy havin' a feast
Yeah, bon appétit
Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee
I'm trying to blow on that bitch like a leaf

It's just me against the world
Feel like Pac in his prime
Spitting rhymes out the basement like I'm back in the shrine
Every day be the same put

today
That boy manifested gold from the seeds of pain
Had to go in God mode, elevate from being a king
Navigate through the murky waters, I came out clean

Down South

Mista Madd

Houston Hard Hitters, Vol. 4 [Clean]

2000

[Hook: x2]
This is how we, do it down South
Platinum and the gold, ice in our mouth
Fo's in place, Chi-Town fades
4's or blades, candy sprayed

you're feeling froggy i said ribbit
Out here I AM!!!
Back in the booth, cant fall off
I'm Like superman on the roof
Im still the shit, still a prick
Like

cye I'm recording this from the church by the way, You know Circles & Ciphers, aw man we do our thang don't we? 

When I'm stressed out I just gotta

to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer

gimmicks
I really went through fire
Didn't come out it with a blemish
Niggas hate for no reason
I ride by with windows tinted
Right side of my brain on go