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a nigga
Can't even control this pain
But I'm not even gon put all that on you
We both got a couple lose screws
Tryna put em back you say right I say left

bleed out physically others mentally no joke
Using the moniker of fine to hide that they're alone
Stallone this a rocky road we tread on for escape
Got

become ignited
I'm burning down everything the ashes wont hide it
If I get burnt too, my ego accepts it
If it strips everything let my soul bare it naked

at the beach
We linking I come to your crib she can't never know my street
This off the top don't got no pen I spazz when I'm on every beat
Lil bro don't like

I dont wanna fight, i just wanna bite, that look in your eyes what i been missing
She know that im fuckin around, can tell by the frown shawty done

behind/
A lil White girl by the name of Cindy McBride/
You see Cindy the cheerleader team captain/
& Russ heard her friend say she’s, sexually active/
Russ

some childish shit
Patrick Beverly I'm fouling shit
Can't wife her cuz she been around and shit
Better duck when that karma come 'round and shit, lil

a bitch, just to bait him
We went and got caught by the feds, yeah
But nun of my guyzas don’t say shit
None of my guyzas don’t say shit
Yeah, I fuck with no

backfired
She look me the eyes I can tell she admire
That I feel my success is dire
Depression in the air got feeling expired
I just hit blunt and sip a lil

weed!
Bitch got a pretty lil face
Still drink my seed
Imma slide by myself ion need no team
Nigga how I'm bussin them traps
Ain't got no V, yeah yeah!

Disk and Dat

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

Now 'earrr dis!
Your man Kwest comin from Southside Queens
Gettin ready to hit you in the ear with a lil bit of FLA-VOR
Seen? (??)

[Chorus]
Me

creepers nigga imma creep
Got a foreign Lil bitch low key she a freak
Tryna ice out my wrist n Louie my feet
I feel like a chef his ass we get to baking

it all we each are balling, beating all of you in
The beef that you invented with yourself, so look here family
You can run your fucking mouth or give

He gon' get sniped 'fore he come up
High IQ, go get it, swag ignant
Blunt splitting, sauce, when I talk
Cat drippin'
Gifted, make the lil nigga get

been through some things we can't address
Yea you know it's DULEY
They said they love the new me
They said I'm sliding on the beat like Drake
Play it 2x

hugs
Rest in peace to my lil man ever since I ain't touching no drug
Zay just hit my phone and you know he be talking bout plugs
We like fuck a wood

motion we dime and then we get the drop
Throwed off in the head, I'm making sounds, I'm sounding like my gun
Dom Dom Dom
Throwed off in the head when I was

a real bitch and saying she can't fuck with me
And now I want your sister bitch cause your sis she be hugging me
And when I get her bitch don't hit my line

of gratitude for my rhythmic rage and attitude
Seriously, y'all, I can't even begin to get mad at some of y'all
Deep in the cup, deep in the cut, red bluff get

Hustled that

Rolling papers we in class

Glock for the relapse

The simple truth is

I grew up in the gutters by a single mother

Fatherless no happiness

right back like the saying goes

J..J.. Just go back it up
Got my kin on my skin I got tatted up
I hit a lick and then I add it up
I get a bit but can

blessed by the best 
I done passed my test 
Got it off my chest and I'm winning now
Everything we think
Everything we do
Now you gotta believe
Anything you

the level
I raise a little bit hell
Like I was raised by the devil
I was raised out in the country 
But in my headphones was metal.
Rap battles and sneak

treason 
Gotta dig yo own grave we play whack a mole

YEAH

Hit it out the park like Negan
My beef slurped up by a m*******n vegan
I’ll come out the cut