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that we brought
Can't get enough, so brother pass another cold one
Feel like a dad at a ball game lampin' with his son
Chuck D y'all word up we

a minute I be rollin'
I need to feel like this
Every second every moment
All day I be faded
Nigga you can tell by my fragrance
Blood shot eyes and they lazy

Take another sip of this liquor fur pelt
I might pause this game 10 shots to my brain
As I slowly go insane
Fill me up with Novocaine
Yeah I'm fine Mom

about, so you haters need to quit with that po'

Hustlin' and take another ride

Niggas, often crossed the line, the movies got this boy fucked

Up in

another fukboi you feel me
I dare you to come and kill me
Ima hang you by the ceiling 
Got yo stupid heart beat beating
Got yo stupid heart racing
Got

they talked shit about my soccer kicks
My football throws, my baseballs hits
And my basketball shots that were low
Woah, wow, oh so that's how you

MY ZONE AT ANY TIME OF THE NIGHT
	FUELED BY AN AMBITION I STRIVE
	TO REIGN UNTIL I TOUCH THE FINISH LINE AND NOW,
	WE AIN’T ROLL WITH GATS
	WE

and feel alive
I'd rather be shot by cupid, and be love cursed

I aint dipping my toe in, im diving in head first
I am the one holding your hand through your

at my writs (wrist)
That a Rolex would tell me, oh my
Gotta buy time 
By buying I mean, I need green 
To fulfill all my dreams 
Time after time 
I know

even though you're too chicken shit to pull and squeeze

Make another motherfucker bleed
Now you think you god cause you jacking his jacket and keys
New

to the next A.M. You think I'm lying? Just ask em about me.

Verse 1:
I been getting guap, getting knots, Redbull, 50 shots
Work, work, I don't stop, a bread

I'll Be Damned

Buckshot

The BDI Thug [Expanded]

1999

at my team
Entrepreneurs gettin publishin, raw on tour, no rubbishin
Swan drops nukes by law, where we at wit this
Everywhere you see them four byes
Low

see me clown, muthafucka
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
We doing drive-bys

straight
When your name they announce it
I be ready to pounce it
Love the way that you bounce it
When the money I counts it
By your beauty surrounded
Booty

And me it's way more than the world can see
Like knowing we have control but every time I give you go
And make another challenge I keep my cool you tell me

to where you can't speak
And Rozay will give a sober man 2 left feet
Another henny on the rocks, and I'll be okay
If you give me another shot of the E&J

The doctor mumbles he seems bored
Guess my worst fear is just a chore
Deep breath in he probes inside
Who's the brave face for
Who's by my side

another trap, you see how many jobs I just provided?
You not a boss, homie, you just a sidekick
Step aside, it's Machine, niggas start buggin' out
My gun

drowning your pain in the sadness of the booze
Another shot of whiskey going down the drain
An hour passed the bottle`s empty and you make it rain
All

shots that you would think I was a marksman
Yeah, and I never miss a target
Yeah, never miss a target, yeah
Think about it, I'm a true fuckin' artist
Yeah

home
And every night I sleep with my wife
(Another slight pause)
I'm tryna leave the beef alone
I'm getting up in age
Plus, I know the feeling of being

the saddest clowns
They love to hate us, but never praise us
That's why I line tombstones up like the undertaker
I was raised by the criticism of all 'em around

to thank god
I’m running through them trenches had to find my own way
I swear to god I had that juice like I’m OJ
Skip through the block I was calling shots

Wreckless

Point Blank

Prone to Bad Dreams

the carphone, beeped Nip and put the clip in my Uzi 

Bitch run in to the back of my shit 

And every bullet shot felt just like I was getting hit 

(Was you