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Take my breath for this shit, like a bitch I’ma ride 
Kill a speech like a frick, make a scene like a bitch 
Moon walk like Michael, I’ma ball with

How you talkin' drip and you can't even shower in your chain
All I really care about is money, power, fuck the fame
I'm in that 9-11, fuck the cops,

on vacation
I should've been a jeweler by the way I treat these ladies
My hands is they chokers my dick is they bracelets
She running from the dick and ima walk

the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon' make it
They say the chains too

know when
Break the hunnids up and slide me the tens
Runnin' out the door I got no time to waste
Movin' swift to my walk add the haste
Buildin'

walkin' that walk
Get hit with the eagle or pop with the hawk
Fuck the beefing all I do is assault
I got clientele, I got clientele
Get it by the bale, sit

Said I been going through it like I been running through a lake
Man I feel this weight on me like I'm covered in some chains
So I'm saying do not

I walk with a limp on me
'Cause these brand new McQueen's coming straight out the box
I'm keeping a stick on me
'Cause a nigga expensive right down

business, fuck the witness
They get in fitness, when they running from the sound
Bodies is on the ground, told 'em time to walk around
Take some notes, I

of my environment
To be the hardest thing ever is part of my requirement

But bitch niggas, Get a watch and chain a couple thousand to claim and still be

down, he a hater
Never hate the gang, hate the motherfuckin' player
I'ma ball like a dribble, Kobe me with the Lakers
How you talkin' down and you ain't

Crystal Clear

Royce da 5'9"

Lucky 7

by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey

some money but they never came up
If I walk by them they gon' try and snatch my chain up
Flame up get the perfect picture hang a frame up
Who's next all

diamond live in the stars
Touching the moon fighting like Zeus, Orion
Back in it this a mad level up Mario mushroom I'm growing up
Time slowing no it's my

fifteen
Gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall friday, let’s ball
Bitch you know it ain’t nun for me to splurge
I bought the shit when all on serve

And hog tie you fuckin' thug
Put a chain around your dog
And we'll laugh at watch it drown
Hit the Block and I'm gone,
Yes I'm known to love to get Raw so

be here
So let's do this tonight
Hold up, let's do this
My love can be the truest
You can call me Louis, yes, Mr. Moon
Run up on that ass, you can call

know how i'm sipping
By any means you can't leave no witness
Walk on the scene and take all these bitches
Don't reach for nothing, these pistols got

your ho 'cause you were playin'
And now we even

Niggas know that I'm the wave now (uh huh) Even Steven
'Long Live Jeffy' on my tennis chain, I'm

cold either ones my preference
I got one last dance like I'm Jordan, dancing like
Michael
Moon walk to 40, she be a breeze but some times it gory
My

So I say walk by the Spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh
For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit and the Spirit

Murder Made Easy

Outlawz

Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us [Clean]

2000

- Verse 1]
Everybody wanna know how I live my life (pucka)
Where's my balls? (pucka)
Where's my ice?
No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes
You

Verse1:
5 years old, I’m asleep when I hear a knock 
vibrated so strong that I thought that it was the cops 
walk down the hall I look down

passcode
I pour some drank out for my loved ones they buried under the roads
Live by the sword die by the sword better pray you come out them trenches
That