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Don't Be Fake

Bizzy Bone

Thugs Revenge

2006

get some real manner
My momma my Rosanna-anna, just me and my Joanna
Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow
You know I love my style, I'm not

Repeat

Smokepurpp

Repeat

2019

on the Glock, won't miss 'em (brip)
(Skrt skrt) The coupe go missing (uh)
The birds, I sense 'em
I'm too sick, you can tell by the symptoms (bitch)
I don't

agree, I'm from SD and I won't flee
Gee what a guy, that's what they say
C-H-I-C-A-N-O de San Diego
Gotta give my Q-Vo's to all my primos out in Los
Oh so

out, we can rock out 
Aint no nigga spoke for me 
What the fuck you mad for
Nigga that how it supposed to be 
I did all these hits 
And I ain’t got

Uh, Yeah
I Just Rap And I Pray Alot 
And I pray alot And I Pray A lot
I just rap And get laid a lot
Nigga Facts , Uh
Yeah
I just rap and I pray a lot

rackless that will keep you and yours restless
And that's when a fall of some sort happens
Another damn get out plan that couldnt manifest
Ending with

on my wrist, heavy sediment
Get this broke boy out my settlement
Get off my lawn
She give me head that intelligence
Raised by a felon
I'm delicate

we'll pull 'em out when they get stuck,
in them WV woods

** REPEAT CHORUS**

BRIDGE:
You know redneck time gets started when the working day is thru...

important?
Then go get it dawg, ain't no excuses
To build this empire I gotta be a lion like Lucius
Show him where the proof is
Hit 'em no bullet proof vest
In

through ain't so lonely, now we growin' rude
Colder tone, sip a colder brew, this shit be overdue
Now they throwing hands, get out of hand once we out

The whole world lies 
and I’m just being curious by myself 
You either take a world
Or steal a heart and nothing else
I always get attacked
When you pull

Best Friends

Mac

World War 3

1999

with em
Off in that world with em
Father forgive him he dancin' to some other rhythm
Ever thought that we could work it out?
We would meet,
But

on the road
She off the X feelin' real low
Them xannys took my lil bro
Pleasе girl don't take 'em no more
Stop off and drop and just roll
'Causе that's way

Live in every moment so I don’t mind it as much 
Why not live it up
When I step it’s Gucci Louis Prada 
Ten toes down you can tell by my persona
I lay

You gon nut from out your nose 
You gon tingle in your toes 
Throw a fit from all this dick 
Baby, can you handle this? 
Ima make you open wide
Ima

about
Claim you a stepper time to stomp the yard out tryna play tough 
It's gonna get you hudd out
Running like ole boy looking like hoe now 
I don't fear

shooters and just tell em aim for the lip
If they off target above then your lights going out quick
If they off target below then you ain't talkin again

the case bout them pistols
I know they wanna get me,
Even though I was fucking around with ha friend
I looked in her eye,
I know she won't hit me
City too

Do 10 on a Fargo
Get them packs by the cargo
In the back of the Tahoe
I’m countin’ up pesos
New drip on my hip
Louie on my back
With a Glock in it
You

by him
I'm writing tracks 'til 2 AM, I'm doing this, they losing it
You know the boy producing hits, I won't ever loosen grips
How many times I been

nigga working like it's two of me 

Try me and my choppa get to singin like it's jodeci 
Aint playin with nobody let em know it ain't no joke with me

should warn ya
You should be gone by the morning yea
Only got time for performing yea
Slip you out of them garments yea
I'll make love till you dormant yea

I'm a motherfuckin' trend setter, that revenge better
Ten sweaters and they all black, V for Vendetta
Sent letters at ya ball cap, make you spend

in peace, my niggas that died and free my niggas up outta them cells
Treat em' all like kids, cuz these niggas twelve
Standin' on my ten, in this bitch