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People saying they make money it's fake money
All this flexing they should probably take a break from it
Acting for the gram like it ain't a thing

Lately, I've been running this shit up, I'm tryna chase these bands
I got 30k up in my pocket, nigga, test my hand
You ain't got a hundred in your

what you really tryna get out holn that gun Inside yo hand
Fucked up goin down can't get out, tryna make a quick band
Headed to yo dungeon cuz yo legs in

dat pot (yea) I'm from the streets and you not (No) 
I ran it up like a marathon I'm surrounded by real ones like Ferrakhan if them people come see me

Serving jays post up in the backhole 
Band up got gone 
We don’t trust other side at all 
Chevy mounted sitting tall 
Clanton Park @ Aborn glenn I

thoughts 
I don’t know what Brodie did they took him of the block
Feel like shots went through my head no words was in my thoughts 
Encountered by the demons

People asking who the realest out you looking at the clique
Rubber bands around ya money when we know it's counterfeit
That's counterfeit
All hitters

give a ride home
Yea
So I ride slow so I ride slow
Lights on
I build a whole universe
Shit ain't perfect I been crawling til my feet hurt
Charging people

the block
But where were you when I was selling off the block
I got stacks now, I got bands now, I got people coming up with open hands now
I got fans now, I

People always told me I was chosen, 
Stay in the booth never stop got to keep going 
My pen and pad everyday I kept flowing 
Got to keep going, Got

People always told me I was chosen, 
Stay in the booth never stop got to keep going 
My pen and pad everyday I kept flowing 
Got to keep going, Got

If You Like the Sound

Snow

Murder Love

1995

Transcribed by: azzdem & wilderness girl

We love it many people love it
A reason why them love it so is because me sing
Reggae music tonight

Chorus

brothers again (Drum Dummie), yeah

They killed my hitter, they killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my

the alcohol hit women tryna act bold
Take it next level with the powdered up nose

Pulled up with my brothers I'm surrounded by the real ones
At the bottom

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Get money, get money, that’s the motive
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, y’all know this
Everywhere I go people seem to notice
Can’t

the ocean, ayy
I hate people when their bed's on fire
What you know about rollin down in the deep?
These chicks don't even know the
Name of my band
Psycho

It get risky onnat road, I drive different when I'm home
Gotta stack all my bands, I ain't spending shit on hoes
Nigga life full of chance, you gone

I dreamed that I was waiting for a bus in North-East London late last night
it was November and I had so far to go.
I was awoken by the aircraft

Cra Z
My music hit different
Couple of fans running up all the digits
I'm in the industry not in the business
Shout out to people who know how

a grand
Now you running the streets

I do my own thing
I put my soul out
Fame be coming to me so fast
That's all you people about
Because I

Got to slow

shit on my blacklist
Love my money crispy used to tuck it in my mattress
Askin' God protect me from the people that I love most
You think it be enemies

the bands

Better not touch my racks 
Better not touch my people 
Damn, shawty got ass
And I's ballin' can't miss free throws

Rocking out like im Teezo
Blue

the sand
You can't have a band without
Band practice people don't you understand this
Mic is an iron fist Nigga
Don't fuck with me I ain't playing
Your idle

Say to much they dont want it...
Sometimes my dreams be haunted...
I cook near a cutta but stay by my lonesome in silence...
La Rakee got killed right