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pocket
If life is a movie this gun is a kernel
So you know imma pop it
Imma young Nigga that got it
You can tell by a young Nigga pockets
Everything I

is not me
All these hoes wan' chew me up
Like bubblegum because I'm poppy
Said I could come to his
State, when I spin by, nobody shot me
Got a big gun

would've popped him like some kettle
You're a bum with a gun, you're not a devil
If dick riding was a sport, you need a medal
I'm so in love with your bitch

could scan me
Hit of the year, I better get a street Grammy
It's hot in this back seat, slut bitch fan me
There's that nigga, dressed in Miami
The voice

little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All

Yo, you listenin' to Ryda Radio, bitch!
Tune this in! Fuck y'all!
Fuck y'all bitches! Rydas!

I'm resurrected by the faith of my streets
And I delete

Packers

24-7, all night, like 7-11

And when I die I don't know if I'll ever see heaven



Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners

And blowed

to jail cause them years'll cost me
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a dutch
Think how I'ma put the game

on the mountain 
Seven times, we walked 
I heard his voice, I saw his life
And listened to his talk 

People came from far away 
To stand there by the river

G.O.M.D.

J. Cole

2014 Forest Hills Drive

2014

is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come

alright, it's alright
You sit by the fire I like my mind
But it's alright, it's alright
Four long years only one sign
The sweet she'll one day know you

that cul-de-sac me and AD
Right back in the mix
Hits
Sending em
Blitz
No tag playing bitch i'm it
It's only a few that popped out of the Low
By the look

making 7 figs in a year uh
It's attracted to me, make a G in 5 days, Y'all can never be me
Wanna be my friend? Lookin like you're dreaming sweetie
Walk up

Bodyparts 2

Three 6 Mafia

Chapter 2: World Domination

1997

for the 9 7 
Once again  it's on 
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch 
Woow  woow  woow woow woow woo 

Now when they comes to the hood 
I

Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes

Fugees

Bootleg Versions

1996

Nineteen ninety seven to the year two thousand and one! 
Ichi-Bang! Even in Japan! 
Yo, L you know the flavor! 
Battle star galactical! 
Who want

Merchant Seaman started rapping shit was kinda moving slow I aint goin back to the boat fuck it get them loads Duval county 5 years old lock n let it

These are just the true ramblins of them loose cannons
Always spit the truth rabid in a way that you grasp it
What ain't you understandin? Bitch

Sometimes I'm out my body, bitch I start to tweak
Niggas mad cause I be stackin' bread, that's seven days a week
Why the fuck these niggas on my dick like

don't need no clique, bitch, I'm good by myself, on bro, I'm ready to flash
I feel like Michael Myers, I'm out here in the bushes with my mask on
I'm

a feather
I fuck the bitch like the other bitch better
I'm twenty years, tryna get it together
She like a dog, tell her ass, I'ma pet her
I feel like Durk,

don't win winners don't qiut
I remember my friends the ones that gone

So mi made up me mind by the Grace of God
Kill them with love i will never give up

niggas fell off
He ain't no dawg rip his tail off
Them wishing well pennies got me well off
Bitch its only up from here
Stayed down bitch its up this year

bitch

All these people temporary, not gon' trip you leave my life

I'm just gon' keep on rolling dice, 

I rolled a 7 did it 2x

That's me saying that I

be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like