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The boy stepped out of his house on to the sidewalk
Looked down the street on his block and then he just stopped
And tied the shoes on his feet

kick door
Officers say that this trio is
Uh, kick door, kick door
The suspects got into the homes by kicking those doors
Send me your addy, I pull up, I

Earthquake, yeah I got 'em all shook
I came, I don't play by the book
Yeah I make the bands, yeah I got 'em all shook
These mans lookin' at me all shook

happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door

the money now
Nigga we're missing like the lost and found
Running around and then we run in ya house
Now I'm getting money from way outta town
That's why

to stunt
I don't need chains and bandannas to stunt
My skin is enough to get shot by a gun
I'm dead if I stay, dead if I run
Shawty finally chose me over him

Boxing, now they're feeling McGregor
I took her to the house phone and keys by the dresser
She's gone by the morning can't be missing my lecture
I mean, I

Crime Scene

The Murderers

Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers

2000

the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cause my

amazed
That you stayed
Right by my side
Told me to my face
It was ok
Not even fazed
And you said "I'm fine"
Still i don't believe it
Even when i see it
I

a buck"

Tell that nigga that I said that shit
We sip the liquor and spit thicker beats and
Let's get one third straight before
You run your mouth we don't

days, weeks, months, years go by indistinct
Lose your money, car, wife, house all for the drink
Like listening to a song, but every beat's outta sync
All

is a hundred K
And I'm tryna get this money made (Ayy!)
By any means, and by that I mean in a bunch of ways
And my team is making so tough a wave
If

the Bone as if I've run out of money
(I need some money in this bitch)
and yes it's funny and this gold they come and welcome me home
Right through that

along with the program
Make these beats, rap these lyrics, take these streets to a new level
Have the police and media worry about the new rebel
Guided by

Beauty is here name
Something and another
Uh
Uh
Uh
Well, look at this
the sun's up early
I run this rap shit
Demi God hefty Hermes
What's the point

Say less, say less man I'm sorry bout the mess
All my demons run tornados that's why I'm always depressed
If you want to learn a bit about me here's

Man Down

Grieves

The Collections of Mr. Nice Guy

2019

on some other shit, go on pick it up try to run with it
Stupid mothafuckers getting rich up off some mumble shit
A mad house
Camel clutch the tap out

A better lifestyle he ain't take it
Cus If he did he woulda made it
Good die young my brother ain't
Die w his gun ain't even have chance to run
Only a shorty

I was conceived in the late 90s
By a family who was just being formed
Tunnel vision
My vision is becoming deformed
Bloody eyes
I have no remorse
I'll

about trendy
Holes in my shoes but I don’t own crocs
Feel cross but I still act friendly
Back then thought I’d be rich by 20
These days scrape for a 20

trapped by trap
Always run they trap, anything just to yap
They ain’t hand it to us, just bite the hands grouping us
Into one nice stereotype to devise they

and cause some drama
He run home crying, then bolted back with so much anger
I said the last insult
Now why would I go say that
I'm only 8 I didn't think this

Everbody tryna head up
Shut up fuck up
Some virus just strarted having fun they cant be stop by the gun
And this shit make me fuckin run
I'm standing for

flow
The type that make you crumble up your rhymes and write a suicide note
Superior mind, I was designed by a god of some sort
To prey upon humans