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cold, till you came along
I just want a vibe, I can't even lie, want you in my life, till both of us die
Put your hand in mine, if you down for the ride,

passed
Sometimes I get sad and sometimes I get mad
Or push my feelings deep down and cover it up with a laugh
I could blame you for every problem that

hasn't
The way niggas seem chat bout bricks dese days
Everyone's a plug wen rapping
I don't give a fuk when I'm trappin
Beat down clothes not da latest

making a tiktok
I bust it down she leaving my house
She leave with a crip walk
Chasing my dreams yeah I swear its our year
Running our town then we taking

the pills that he shoved down
Was not enough for his feelings to crack a real smile
He put the blame on himself and would ask everyday
Why he was born here

that's down she wanna hold my gun,
Let me put you on the shelf cause you a trophy,
I'm what he say 2@A* that's the old me
ain't in a cuffin' I ain't really

using a filler
Put this mac in yo bag by the concealer
Kinging like Kong just some big ol gorillas
Throw em a bullet he think he a steeler
Cold nigga

never Know what individual be going Through
So keep positive at all times
And uplift a mufuckah rather than Bring them down Sometimes
Be the bigger

garden that's eatin' off everything that makes me
Findin' my identity inside a thing, thinkin' that thing know me better than I know myself
So I put it up

folks
If they deep deep pull out that Draco out it's time to blow
Cuz Nigga know just how I ride niggas know
I'm down to slide if we see that nigga pull

that's why I'm dressed up in all black
Undertaker style take 'em down in the coffin and all that
Put 'em niggas in a body bag
Remember I told 'em niggas I

be easier to shoot
Than dealing with no father since birth
For her it be easier to put in work
Than talking bout why she wants that purse
Making moves

for me with your shit lyrics
Is like coming with a knife to a gun war
I done more, now I'm up high
So it don't make sense me coming down
Try and know if

the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could

weddings bells instead we hearing gun shots
Smoking with a stick up kid left the nigga lung shot
Henny on a hangover I call that 1 a tough shot
Like Booker

And promised us it’s succor, something to take us far
A mule and forty acres, our very own lands to till
And by God we knew we earned it by the sheer force

She want a mans man, told her friends that she got one

It's like I'm a prize
Can tell a real smile by lookin' at eyes
It might be a mask that I put

Berries then spit ‘em at you
Show your shirt is dirty too
Have you ever seen a man this mad?
Have you ever seen an Asian with
A gun in his hand? I wouldn’t

you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets
Preceding my entry
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I

too fresh come here and wipe me down
Bitch I'm the best you gone keep me around
And these stones on my neck put them painted on ground
I done had bad

ah hit you
 
How the fuck you goin’ act when that fat shit hit you
Big 223’s or we 556 you 
 
Walk down with a drac or the slide by get you
Imma let

Karma Hotel

Ministry Offer

Smokin Beats

2002

wheel has spun
"Choose your gun"
Gimme the forty-five, I said with a smile
"Here's a shiny silver bullet, might as well go out in style"
Put one in

you don't know jack shit

Cause I'd rather it be stick up than stand down
I ain't tryna go from hands up to hand outs
Funny how I went from stand up

All the Above

Beanie Sigel

R.O.C. Stars Street Leak: American Gangster

2007

(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)

[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys