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the days when
They knew me as Nate but nowadays
I got way too much food on my plate
Get out my face
I can't take no more dudes in my way
It's such a shame

Always been the realest me
I could be you'll never, see another cracker rocking with these clothes on
Good hearted, but you know that my soul gone
Taking

cutthroat, like "could you save me?
How you gonna stand there and watch me burn with my babies?
Now they'll never live to see 18" the thought of it's driving

World So Cruel

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

a safe place fo' my babies.
Don't murda, brown up, so crazy get'n tha cruel
World, all made up it, like Hades.
Don't make Flesh break down, sign sight,

won't change niggas
Murder be writ all over they faces
They wanna change places
Take me outta my glow what do you know
Jealousy turned hatred
Father god

cbout to take a trip trip trip
Yeah we finna dip dip dip
Come and shake your hips hips hips
Baby just don't trip trip trip

Having sex' up

and lay it

[Verse 1]

Gripping on these thighs
while you looking in my eyes
Baby boy cut straight to the chase
Pretty in the face
with a thick lil waist

Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,

alone, alone
Of feeling alone, alone,
Counted all my blessings, I count em' all witchu'
Always got me stressin', but I'm not in the mood
I've been tryna'

hit I take I should be living in
But I be stressing absent minded
I keep the rats from finding out
Where all my cheese is hiding
I keep it wrapped

in my eyes, baby, you'll go in a trance
Going down on me, she unzipping my pants
Swear to God that Ima blow up for the fam

Pull the .45 if he actin'

Staxxx is that nigga
Smoke blunts wit my liquor
Mix gin wit the Henney
I'm twisted
Vegas my town
Take me a pound
Break that shit down
Nigga I flip it

My Life

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

[Verse 1]
Take a look into my life it's messed up
My sister's on that dope man she stayed geeked up
My baby mamma screamin she don't want me to die
Got

It's a thermal scope
I point it at the skele
Red dot, red beam
Got my choppa real heavy
I don't do fake shit
Got me hangin' out the heli
Lil bitch don't

heard he was beefing with a bitch ain't got no real chickens (Yeah)
Ain't no lil' shorty's finna run me off
Ain't been home in weeks make it look easy you

complains
So, no one would have to go through all my pain
That doesn't mean I don't wanna be close to you
That is just me not trying to lose you
I run and I

And judging by my salary I might as well be unpaid
My boss has the ordasity to call me on a Sunday
E be like say e chop crase or chop fufu
Cause dis stinks

dem know about me no see dem
Even when dem sent me Insta DM
I must be home by 7 PM (Gosh)
I know you love me for who I am oh yes I can
Love you baby

Have you ever been miles high?
And I Aint even on the floor nigha
Big zoot my bruddas get fly
To be a big boss takes a cost nigha

She rolling this

not even baby momma heaven or girl from the club
Wait pause no more play I think I need me a sub
She want everything by any means (Including trust)

and wont stop thats right
From sundown til the morning light

Im on the block til the work gone never take the work home
Talk crazy on my line hit the work

One Life to Live

Lifer's Group

Living Proof

never: beggin, given
Cause as a baby my ribbon was stamped: 'go to prison'
So pass the buck up, stuck up or fuck up, blew a truck up
How could I luck

language
God seen this coming back when He was beginning creation
Man on mission so that's why they consider me dangerous
Call the man my brother would've

Cuts

Cex

Tall, Dark & Handcuffed

wrote 'em
But still regulate the heat of my babies like a scrotum

If it's not dope, it's goin' on the face of chinstrokers
My lyrics got muscle,