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trouble in a scuffle 
No GBP, Hull boys know the struggle 
Hull boys have been to The Deep 
Seen Peter Levy on the TV 
And been dragged round Prinny Quay by

smoke by the ounce poppin them beans yea I'm faded wait 
Thatis My baby she kinda crazy Harvey dent she got them two different faces yea
I cannot fuck

Mixing brown with the white my life sour and kush 
My flight my nikes fright night wide eyes close as 
The smoke rises careless when you realized all

smoke by the ounce poppin them beans yea I'm faded wait 
Thatis My baby she kinda crazy Harvey dent she got them two different faces yea
I cannot fuck

while I get my
Dick sucked in my Cav'
Bitch bad, I got these niggas all mad

When I don't got drugs in my system
I'm too sad said they gone do this

one
I know if you get lost it ain't nothing to reroute
Smiling with tears in my eyes I shakingly said without a doubt

Got goals yeah I got goals
Aim

both ways
I ain't colorblind
If you know what I'm saying
Shit is so hard
I'm making 'em scream
Look me in my eyes
When you talking to me
I notice

follow my lead

So we followed in harmony 
Got together like a symphony 
Stampede to catastrophe 
Everybody gettin slow eyes (yes indeed)

All I see Is

feeling like a ghost
cuz nobody talks to me
if you want some smoke
ima cut your artery
and i pull up in my prada jeans

last night we was stepping in some

you winning, Niggas start acting funny

My homie's getting this money by trapping up all of this smoke
If ever police questioning, None of my niggas

Aye aye
This for them girls that fuck it up aye
Not for them niggas that's too tough to be in love aye
Girl fuck with me and get that tlc and you

go home, you'll smoke up all your weed
And sweep the rest under the rug
There's always phlegm in my chest
But now there's blood in my sink
You say I'm

by a truck
And leave ya family, friends, and team in thunderstruck
Because, the demon inside me fiends off of bad luck
What'cha doin is pointless,

to keep it nice and flat”
She made some sick wet sounds by the bushes and came limping back
And how the moon rose bloody in the sky
How her smile could not

come back from all these visions
Open up the eyes I'm still at mommas in the basement
Jump right out the bed get on the desk and handle business
I know

the main ones saying kill them pipe dreams
But fuck your life, long as I eat and gotta grip on hygiene
Designer smoke, so if you ever peep the drip it's

We’ve done it all again
Yelling back and forth like children
Driven by our wounded pride
Turning jealousy to spite
And I know it’s not your fault

Come on bro, you can't beat me in Dota, you wanna know why, let me tell you why

You can't even see me with your naked eye, when I blink on you, boy,

That's my boy
That's my homie
My dawg
Grew up. In The ghetto
We done been thru it all/
Feels good to see your Homies
Come up and Ball
On the gang

sway sway
I got my memories to hold me and rock me right
And my babies eyes in the light

It’s the obstacles that bring you to your knees
Begging God,

Fell in love with a Scorpio
That was your first estate, November 8
From intense moments to intense times
I'm going this place, I know you feel me

the motherfuckers that was down with me from day one Imma pay your way
Carry my city on my back I got it this type of shit come with some weight
Money in my pocket

1-2-3 APPLE TREE

Herman Düne

1-2-3 Apple Tree

2008

how bad I like to be with you

You say you dye your hair black since you were seventeen
and you say it goes well with your eyes so green
well, I'm

That i pull on all night
If i don't see you tonight
Babygirl it's alright
Because i'll probably see you
In my sleep
Get some shut eye
Hope you come by