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to bed Rock a by baby bop Bust it baby kuz she ate all my shots
A younging get hella guap pockets knot you cud have the keys I'll pick the lock
Im smoking

seats
You can't break mine

You didn't put in on this pot
So bitch you can starve
Cause I fought all the battles
And I bare all the scars
When I was

Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in

tend to write
(Suck) are standard, I set the standard, try to
Stand in my stance, ran it by you, graphed the
Diagram, slide with a slant rhyme from my

CD
To krew pot i łzy przyszłość przeszłość i dziś
Wszystko jedno mi czy wyjdzie z tego mi hit
Ważne by wyszło ze mnie to i mi dało żyć
Choć bez tego

stunting, no cap now
This ain't no punching-in slaps now
Bury me under my trap house
Grew up no Jerry, no Stackhouse
No pot to piss in , but got called

my lungs
Bout to burn down this bitch Leave you with no pot to piss
First they ask to see the drive They in for a ride as the power shifts
Don't you

and bloody
Where every single truth is tainted by lies
Where every pistol shoot hatred like
The blaze in the sky
Composed like a symphony
Orchestrating

at the same time couldn't concentrate 
Where'd my mind to go Life passing me by really moving fast looking like a slideshow now 
I'm really always busy Got my

this ain't livin', it's something different
We never had a pot to piss in
Mama an alcoholic and Daddy just a lazy optimistic
Just ass whoopings

it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if

Been at this shit for some years, still same spot
I guess it takes a lil time for the check-pot
Got only a few people waitin' for the next drop
But let's

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by

the lies
Look, My name is Chris and here's the story
No glory, no big name claim to fame
Or victory, not yet for me
Just a lil goal to make it, covered by

that's my keeper
In a chop getting slop top by a cheater
Who ain't thinking bout her nigga cause she riding two seater
Screaming boy boss up and swipe

abstrakce
Nasranej na svět, každý ráno musim nachcat se
Vaše desky zní jak po výkonu kastrace
To neni pot ty kriple, začala ti laktace

Chtěl sem se oběsit,

All rise
For the almighty
The new motherfucking king on the block
Some of yawl may have known him by Tee Gutta
Or even GTP
Walls, talk to em

Got

fired on the spot
Then I'll hit em with a bop
Damn a nigga broke but hella hot
Niggas think I'm hiding from the knock
I'm just cooking in the pot
Grindin'

judges mane I hope they go to hell (Hell)
We need our comrade so we ain't losing the struggle
We stirring the pot so revolution'll bubble (Bubble)
Racist

going hard at the shows
Just tipped security I'm in with pole
Van full of bags parked outside by the road
And after the show bet I'm gettin em gone
I'm

shit before like it's Deja Vu
Yeah look at my audemar to tell the timing you can't even see you blinding by the diamonds
Look at my wrist baby it keep

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

ambition have us ammunition
all you got to do is listen so what is missing no pot to piss in
now my heart is trippin divided by the past adding to the future

PDFs
I been humble too long, when I think I'm the best
Bxtch I said what I said, bish I think I'm the best
Chef in the kitchen, I'm whipping the pot
Time