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mean grey hair
In the streets don't blink, you might face death
You might die by a Drake, better Take Care
Nigga playing with mine I'ma go back to jail
I

step
1 800 Jones I'm who they call to collect yep
And I'm chilling sipping yack (Yack)
Blowing hookah smoke (Smoke)
Got y'all niggas tripping from

to evacuate)
It's Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn't  
I'm stirring the pot I'm not cooking 
They coming like two by two, bars hit like a four by

Stick Ya Hands Up

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if

know I be throwed
Selling on your corner
Dimes, nickels they swole!
Put my bid in
Yep, I relax
Crack my trunk back
Watch me act bad, ratchet
Give it

favorite hood rat (Eww)
I'm the hoods rarity
Bitch, Persian cat (Puuurr)
Bitches can't keep up with my sack (No)
When they see me, you know hoes draw back

That's what I said right
Universally when I get her going i get her off.
You know I'm truthful when I do it
Ima nuisance yep
When I spit it up she lick it

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

Admiral ackbar, bringing the traps like Lesnar
Kill it and move in silence
I'm cruising by in a Tesla
Your music sounds weird bro, sorta like a hybrid
(Man

the judge won't spare ya
Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison

demand
I'm a skeleton with standards
Mostly for spaghetti!

Please don't feel blue
Even though I'll capture you

'Cause you can do anything

All I have

Get up mother fuckers (Fuck)
Its so embarrassing doing a voice over
(British gibberish by Prof)
I'm hung over as fuck, straight up
Drink some tea,

my Upper Room, praying, pacing
Trusting that He's coming soon, and awakens, A Church asleep, yep, too complacent
For my roots, I'm deeply grateful,

a match
Take it back, like the Sega
I'm breakin' backs
I make raps so amazing, you pay to jack
My team make tracks on the regular (Yeah)
Big Macs, so we

With
Your boy he's making noise
All by himself that's right I'm Independent
Not selling out unless we're talking About
Checking who's on the fucking

to my tapes, dedication at it's best
I came to have it all, boy, and I'm not taking nothing less
So I'm rolling, I finally got my license back so I drive

clear that I'm holding on by a thread
Entangled in the fabric of my narcissistic ways
But I've tailored my appeal so this might just suit ya
I'll be glad

That's When Ya Lost

Souls of Mischief

Sound Bwoy Buriell (93' Til Infinity)

on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads) 
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,

That's When Ya Lost

Souls of Mischief

Recon-Struction 2

on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads) 
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,

fears on my nerves
and the crowd on my feet
the only one who has my (back) is me
in reality, see
I'm constantly fightin heavy
when we journey through

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Tato! como dicen Puerto Ricans
I'm an All-Star even got my own weekend (yep)
Look around I'm

Who out there can tell me what I can't do?
Yep, that's what I thought
Rocket, I'm taking off
I'm preaching everything that I'm needing into my

trying to be a gull
I'm the baddest bitch up in here all these other hoes is dull, yep
Just call me Sherbet, you'll be Yogi Bear, baby
Willy Wonka called

really I'll tell you
But nigah You and tell it all
To be honest nigah
I'm used to that
So by any means
I got to watch my back
Damn
These nigahs ain't