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And yellow, all of my fellas stay strapped
Better yet this gold, will get you time, if they don't control it
Die for the Green, and they tax them bones
Want

yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity

me go faster
I just need the mat up under me like I'm the yoga master
Shawty yo loves been surrounded by this yellow tape
What that really means is we

blood from the pain
The green is something to gain
The black is from my skin
Yellow showing my win
Blowing in the wind
Are the ashes of all my kin
So tell

a nigga making money with the music
So I had to come back on the beat on some G shit
If you didn't know by now
I'm something like a lyrical genius
Same hoes

Falling Down

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove

the Billboard I'm still in there
I put diamonds all in yo face so you know
Lil'Flip dont really care I play truth
or dare with yellow bones talk on prime co

I got a side piece, I don't eat her, she like coleslaw
Heard I got the hoes, she like choose, shit, y'all both raw
Yellow tape around my heart, this

prosper
Sponsored by the sickest members
Bilderberg meetings with hidden agendas
Sent to injure and depopulate
Dumb us down from a spiritual and conscious

in her ear and told her I'll please her
Got that bitch back to the house I couldn't believe it the bitch is a eater
Head way better than Keisha but

fibers and feeding a mental image
Like a cannibal animal, crushing with the weight of cannon balls
Stamina wrecked by damage inflicted phantoms
A dirty

you want to
I've been by the shit, don't ask what I'm gonna do
Now, take a ride with the hoss
Half ounce of slangin' the soft
Now that's some OG talk

Catch me in the booth!
I'll go bar for bar with any nigga out the gate!
Street said kill him!
I walk in the booth and they pulling out the yellow

an instant
I could have bought my ticket as an infant, no kidding
Born with yellow jaundice followed by a meningitis sickness
Life is precious so I keep my

A long, long yellow fruit
I can still remember
How the pie it used to make me smile
And I knew if I had a knife
That I could cut myself a slice
And,

yellow vvs
Why you do that to me bitch I don't know
Threw that bitch right to the street she a hoe
If racks came in came in with the dough
Kick that bitch

my own lyrics
I got plenty of spirit
I take a bitch by the head and just spear it
A jamie lynn spear hit
I got a mom fetish
I swear i can talk lettuce

a world shades of gray
Ray of hope for the nation
Fear
To fascination
We give our blood and our tears everyday in the fray
Eyes glow yellow with my new lens

you famous
Not finna fade you, I'm tryna shave you
Bald like Kurt Angle, foot on they neck
All they saw was my ankle
Bricks off the crib, one by one

hitting my line I’m thinking I might as well
Touch it it’s gold I’m feeling like Midas still
Don’t need nobody help
Do it all by myself
Sorry Regina
I’m not

I want a girl with a bad attitude
And when Award Tour dropped I copped my first CD
By then this music took on a new meaning to me
I heard a way

and a ghost busting shotty
Shot a few times it's a haunted house party
Few loose bullets pray they hit Asap bari
Make a Molotov out a bottle of Bacardi
Make

Running 2's with Mitch, told em hit me on the backdoor
Hesi blow-by my defender, throw the lob up to Jay Leo
D1 dreams from the K, keep on working lil Devo

Yeah let's get it lets go
Triple six seven eighty-five I feel I live in the middle of nowhere
Yellow tape around the neighborhood, I got a feeling