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in this madness
But most people have it worse than I have
I had friends try to end it all, still not over that
Thinkin' bout my life, and the times it

a four oh dear
You can't even post one good freestyle
I guess I'll stamp you now with a denial
Oh by the way you're a fake rap specialist
Matter of fact

a way on which he could escape when drive bys were being pulled on the dot at 7:48 If you heard a gun shot than it was too late you'll hear the sound

Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
That it's things I done that nobody knows
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody

problems but I do not show it
I'm on the road now I gotta stay focused
Committed crimes I was sick of being broke
And I made too many wrongs I had to get my

gotta get
Some niggas do the opposite
My father turnin 70 and trapping
Still the hobby, shit
You counterfeit
Niggas know the hustle
Couldn't peddle it
Now

stand it
This bad habit I have
And it's comparin' talent with other people I pass by
I find my life a little bit better with every climb
Accepting my

Run for Your Life

Elephant Man

Higher Level

2002

That we're only doin' our job
Tryin' to make her happy when we play these songs
But now the show's over, she's comin' over
With a knife above her

now
Drinking beers smoking fags till the sundown
Living life is as easy as you make it
So by the end of this I want everybody say I

I feel alive
Yo I'm

gore you
But it'll never be the right time
Run away in the nighttime

The leaves are the color of the sun and the world is too bright
Just get it over

how can sick can one nigga be
you think im off that PCP but its Chewy!
a lot of niggas never heard of me
i said beware of me
now they scared of me

A whistle blows and a freight rolls by
Pallbearers rest their load
It all seems clear, life's gone from here
As he is lowered in the hole

Oh Mary, can't you

The lies I don't think I ever knew you

But it's time for me to break through

From your shackles


I'm moving on now

I just gotta try to find the strength

getting it
I had a shorty paying bills and then she stopped
Cause every time we meeting, I ain't solid it's the Glock
I'm backseat king though in the back

a hearse/ see every fuckin verse/ we hit em where it hurt

Yo we puttin in this work, we put 'em in the dirt the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church

their mama nigga you a rat
I won't live forever so I'll be thugging till the day I die
It's me and toxic from the slums I got benzo by the side
They love

Seat down watch the show 
Brat mafia 
Taking over yo city

Brat mafia aint play forshoo 
Get murked bitch by the minute
Real bitches
With no snitches

no getting over me
Get that bag and repeat
And ain no getting over me

You done sold your soul
I think it's time you give it up
And I can't have no

sins only brought me death
I was stressed out my mind
Worried about the grind
I was wasting all my time but that's over
Used to smoke weed so much now

Sole Has Issues

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,

over, now coming through speakers (Speakers!)
Anything I sow, I'm reaping (I'm reaping!)
King, chills I don't need no pills (Pills!)
Stay sober, she don't

never worth the drama
It's just a laugh.

Summer's over now
Some will stay and some will go
We stand here wondering how
We were ever supposed to know

shit, had to play my cards right
Watch me box up, buy some syrup for my cup
I got a seven gun, now y'all wanna rematch
You gotta play by me, back up
I got

Just the Two of Us

E

Southern Style: Blues Sessions

2006

in the car seat
Oh where's mama? She's taking a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell? Da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you're thinking