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pop that nigga in one second,
3 clips, I got no time for da prepping,
Poppin at ya crew till your team quits,
We live by that code, Yea that G-Shit

She Was Watching

Mark Schultz

She Was Watching

2006

He always called her daddy's little girl
She was four years old
Waiting by the door to run into his arms
Each time that he came home

And every night

Yea
If it sounds like a intro than fuck it we let it roc'
This past year I opened doors that they promised we're always locked for me
Some people

would kill those girls back in grade seven
Dissing me back to back, not having that
Not a song in between, I guess you're obsessed
I went one, two, three

work
Niggas is true to this
Acting tuff get you packed
Don't care bout who you with
Grab the pack and the gun
Nigga let's flip a bird
I was down bad in

Durry La
Man, fuck that old ass song, bruh
I don't think you know how serious this shit is right now, bruh
This my last song ever
No one is safe,

I want a big ole chain
I'll get it the size of Texas
I'll get me a belly to show off success
Down below is where the Wild West is
Scrap the bottom,

and open the door to your home . 
And be prepared to defend or lose everything you have worked very hard to own.

Set your heart, and your mind, and your

Quiet on the set
Mic check, one, two, can you hear me y'all
Check one, two, three, turn me up some more
One, two, three, four, quiet down the bros

she get on her betty cocker while im making rounds
She real chill favorite song still take you down
If she knew where my stash was she wouldn't make

Leaving You

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

you came, I think it's by time you swang
And do your thing everything gon' be okay, everything gon' be okay

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now baby how you

a tauntaun yuh
Sailor V I'm with the team like that long blonde yuh
Hit em with a special beam, Heyzu took it for the team
Then he rose up after three like

Kevin gates I don't get tired, yeah I get wired
Message from my drug supplier
Tryna get in said he bringing that fire
I open the door wit my hand on my

a rhyme look at me now
Leader of the new school 
A future, without a past 
An out cast like 3 thou 
Fuck peace now 
Good thing my dad put the drink down

the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers

to sit my ass down
I'm taking battery nigga
Just watch from the side lines
Don't ask me to fuck with yo songs
Cause you don't like mine
We been knew you

walk on a song
I be doin' it with Jesus (Big Steve, Glory to God)
Walking with God, you know he's my dad
He keeping me company when I be sad (on top)
Was

special
Will see that I'm neat and feel all resentful
My swagger is eventful
They make me laugh so hard like Deadpool
Half of my path is blocked by a next

Huh? What?
(KidWond3r)
What? Huh?
(KidWond3r)
Von
Von

Bitch, fuck your nigga (fuck your nigga)
Ho, fuck his feelings (it's fuck his

These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my

like they knockin' down my door
So I'm back with the pen like: Who want war
Boss with the bars
Put the pedal to the floor
When I crash pray I do it in

It's going tick-tock
I'm like Tupac with three clocks all right by my cock
And I feel like I just smoked some rock
And I'm like Lil Yachty, cause I just

the end

I've been thinking bout a lot of things
About the things that I want to change
Your smile tore down all the barriers
That were built from all my

bought
Young boy sitting in his room
Writing songs who would've thought
This life's a spider web
Wrong move and you caught
Fly safe in the game
Don't