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can't always do it by yourself
No, no, no, no, no, no
Quick mix like Bisquick
Hot flame then shit flip
Gratify on instant
See I magnify
I don't miss shit

takes time
The love rn on the downtime
And I’m working in this bitch like its overtime
Gotta Stay way back from the two time
Hit it 3x 4x then I’m outta

we beefing a hundred shots at the kid

Pull up with some shooters off that evil and they fucked up 
I'm a ride around with that work right by the   got

Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 Sleep
7 8 9 10 1 1 Dream
9 1 1 Scream sirens in my ears
Sing me a song cuz the voices are near
Ring the alarm there’s a fire up in here

this green
I guess Roman's abrasive
Gold doubloons, what I'm paid with
All my papers got faces
Cotton-Linen, what a great mix!

Tell me how you're gonna

with lames
I done saved niggas lives and put food in they stomach
Broke off and done gave my last blue on the money
Never asked for it back I was cool

a boss, B
Toss me in the clink, I’m not singing
I ain’t Jon B
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight - wait
Did I take it too far?
Ain’t that just

all day like i used to stare at you
Now there's two timelines
And i'm in the one i don't wanna pursue
Welcome to the crew, alone again like Mac D said

Next Levels

DJ Food

You Don't Know (DJ Food's 1000 Masks Mix)

2008

Settle the dough, live showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, men and arms

Four section, super intelligence, balance
Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine
Crouch

Southside Can't Stop

Z-Ro

Screwed Up Click Representa

2002

paper, my moola, my feddy
And caught this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready

Southside, we bomb first, when we ride
Swanging on elbows

So Bad

Analog Brothers

Pimp to Eat

2000

with diamonds... limo service
Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX
Fans by the millions, catrillions
Tickets sold about two million
At the Great

The Word

K-Otix

Universal

stay bound
By the Word
Spoken in tongues
Or even sung
What's the Word
Communicate from state to state
With the Word
Live by the Word
Die by the Word

to mosh we chef mad flavor
America the TV show save that for later
Stay off the streets become something even greater
Shooting two fours with my shots LA

a damn
I deck em in the head with a two by four
Now I’m taking all your bread because you’re not hardcore
Just laying on the floor with a hole in your head

Makeshift Message

Eligh

Sidewaydaze

don't be clowns
We can make fullusivly beats now

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
My final verse is this
To the crews out there
Who really speak
don't dwell all

EemDee made this shit
Bow bow bow
Lean pyrex swing it
Might hop out and chop mans hat
Them boy love talking on the net
But live in the flesh their

for, cop that quick
"Drop that, Vic," Butterfingers, oopsie
Signed away your publishing for Jordans and a loosie?
The old one-two, see; solo not

in the mix
Hit the booth for an hour and it multiply by six
I get lost in the music, I'm a bomb without the tick
Had my share of missing while I'm

hopefully he'll get back too me
Fucked up world we live in
Dear dad I have a question this truth
Don't deny on your confessions
Twenty two years of mom you

and add it up
Drink up, sup, yeah yup? Like what?
Like Zilla with a B like MUTT
Listen cuz all I speak is factual
Way I live, it just comes natural
Mix in

and not a maybe
For you
cnd me
To be.

(chroneheart's second verse)
(amelie bridge verse):
Closer x4
(together mix):

I close my eyes
Fantasy our time

Every day I eat the same breakfast Success
You fight your friends for the same guestlist Oh yes
Brought two bottles on stage No exceptions
Licking

straight
Don't look me in my eyes
Headed towards demise
Cup been overflowing
Been emotion holdin
Only time to focus
Got no time to live
Only time to chill

quarters
And I turn quarters to nicks
I turned two to a four
I turned three to a six
Look how I flow with this shit
I just be knowing this shit
I'm suppose