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This album was made by me only
There is some couple of genres
Well entering my energy with different vibes
There is 15 tracks on this album
If
don't really care about the profit
Money grow on trees in the motherland
Cleopatra
You'll get seduced by the master
Cleopatra
I know it's me that your
card burner, says the thin one.
We can tell by your looks
That you read too many books of wars
And that's because ya ain't been in one.
years, gun hold never scary
Next time you see him he'll
Be in the obituary
Shorter that February, valentine ass nigga
If I got a CAT scan see dollar signs
He said, "Pardon me for bein' so bold
But you got a cigarette that's already rolled"
I gave him one, he lit it in his own good time
The smoke in
In an old house down by the beach
Lives an old man who's just out of reach
Oh he's got nothin' to lose
Some say he's a crazy old man
A refugee
me
And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we could make this a tandem
You could come by yourself
(All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt)
Since they wanna know
Four niggas in a whip
All fo' say they ain't fucking with Trice shit
the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some
[Originally by Bob Dylan]
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll,
east and he rode west
All in the morning early
Until he spied his lady fair
Cold and wet and weary
Why did you leave your house and land
Why did
your sister Norma?
(She's a non-conforma.)
How's yours cousin Lena?
(Moved to Pasadena.)
How's your Uncle Nathan?
(Him I got no faith in.)
I ain't heard
I can handle
Carry that pot by the handle (it's hot)
I play the field like I'm Randall
Got on a yacht in my sandals
I can't relate to your
him how to dress (How to dress)
Only aiming for your head (Headshots)
I don’t care about by your vest (I don't care)
Mom sick I was stressed (Stressed)
surrounds me
I rest in Your sufficiency
Cover me
Cover me
Right now I lay it at Your feet
My cares, my fear, anxiety
Exchange my worry for Your peace
Your
who cares
And when you reach for Him He's there
I pray you'll learn somehow, somewhere
Jesus is that someone who cares
One mistake made in your past
and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered out the back door, y'all, remember to wipe your feet
And then she said, I got some news this mornin'
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
And I
sending verse 2
You got your mans locked up he in a hearse ooo
Hit ‘em 4 times ads reverse too
She robbed me for my chain so I took her purse fool
Whenever
the cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey I would give you
The wrong slip in these streets and crackers had your life
Been had plenty of money, nigga, but never paid tithe
Nigga was caught up in this thuggin', I
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
killed
My mama know I'm thuggin', it get ugly lay me in Winfield, oh yeah
Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead
I go by Top, if
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