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check the thermostat
Kill the beat, let me murder that
I just took about 3 months off just to show you I was coming back
Spit fire like a fucking dragon
I

on the road
Like I know I need to step it up
X and O's, bitch I'm blessed enough to get me some
Extendo magazine in my semi gun
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, hundred

used to get played by a lot of these groupies 
Now all of a sudden they all wanna chew me 

Like Damn 
I counting this money and cashing these checks

can't understand the fact
The struggle of the poor, indoctrinated masses
Done over by mental and emotional harasses
They like to talk a lot, feign a fake

Out of the dirt
Out of the gutter
Me and my brothers we’d kill for each other
Spitting together we staying together
The power of the word they loyal

And if its bout my family
Then a nigga bound
To kill Im foreal
Yea Im fareal
But they urging us
To vote my dawg
Got Thirty years
For selling some dope

hoes singing to kill
And I got problems
And I got your motherfucking problems

I got problems
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aiye Aye Aye Aye
And I got problems
Aye I

like Puff Bars
I puff bars and jug hard, y'all flows is subpar
I was in the trap pullin' strings like guitars
Pullin' off the lot in your Benz, dawg,

my trauma started leaving welts
Had to tighten up my circle, so I bought a Gucci belt
I been locked in with a few, I don't click with no one else
I

where your head at

She said be there in three, I open the door, she know where the bed at
Gucci colors on the gym sneaks, two stops on your body
'Fore I

to
The lot
I gotta duck from the ops, they be too cool
With the cops see my life like a movie
I call it case for the tully
The judge giving out 10
I ain’t

a sacked lunch
Serial kill it
Cap Crunch
Won't stop til the money truck backed up
I want the guac' no vegan
Foreign the car its keyless
She spit with the top

Can I Get A...

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A Tribute to Jay-Z [Tribute Sounds]

2004

all of them diamond rings bitches kill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of thailand
Would you ride then, if I

to cause fires in hell, fires in hell

[Half-A-Mill]
Stupid reefer, still ride Gucci sneakers
Ill, your shit can kill for the phone, if I leave her
I ain't

Easy On The Eyes

She might be 8 kinds of crazy
But I'm  crazy for her
This love just might go the distance 
If this love don't kill me first
She

Interlude

Terrace Martin

Here, My Dear

2011

for years, baby it's real
Lot of wear and tear on me, from all the homies we buried
When you take field trips, you better know where to kill

Yeah,

the, show the, show
I'm so embellished windy City cigarillo
I'm not god fearing boy, God steer me
Cfello
Sip lemonade by Gucci, the XL tee, yellow
Tell

Shit, even when I do insult 'em
I do it so beautifully
Shit, I might kill the expectation
I might sing the eulogy
Shit, you might end up walking home for

you I don't feel any pain now
My foolish dreams were pursuing day by day even when I can't control them wow
You the first I loved and the last whom I