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the trappin'
In the cell and i swear that they trapped in
Fake Hard
And i know that they actin
Nowadays bitches booties by plastic
Niggas fake and they cap with

getting thrown
All alone with my thoughts, all alone in the flames
If I told you'd half the shit, you'd fucking never be the same
Fought thru the thunder,

sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
Exhale chemtrails
Strangle you with your own entrails
14th day

take a ride with me
Back to San Antonio, Texas, the countdown city
Since I was 5, I dreamed in 4k, three colors
Red black green, too vivid, one question

F.A.y.B.A.N.

Screwball

CMJ New Music, Vol. 73

of blood ?? and graved in
Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin with the boars head
Straight up and down I'm here

everybody you've never been in a limo before by diving, huh? If you get out of a limo with cargo shorts on, you don't deserve to be in that limo, right? I go,

the skies
Keeping them shades on my eyes yeah you know how it goes

Blue moonlight got to fight with the new flame
All out black in the night like I'm Bruce

On the block or from the three
We gon' light 'em from deep
Raise the nation out they seats

Let me intervene Mempho
They ain't fucking with the team
Yes I was

I built this shit
Me, brick by brick and I'll be damned
If I let you tear it down
Just cus' you don't like the way Another nigga talk
Beefin' with my

I cM - BIG cCE THE KING
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery

CHORUS:

YOU WcNT IT
I GOT IT (I GOT IT)
YOU WITH IT
COME GET IT (COME

playboy hit that 3 peat
Just trynna hit the cha cha slide
Close my eyes and then I glide
I'm smoking to get high
I ain't trynna just roll on by
New kicks

I'm skating with my posse, it's Down Town Down Town
And If you wanna get live than come Down Town

Verse I
I Place to be at, where we spit raps the DJ

on so blood does stream
And as night goes on so blood does stream

Morning comes in a red wet gown
With the smell of mist and the rushing sound
The birds

Roll back the stone doors lets tear down these 4 walls
Someone’s coming alive with their bandages still on
Lets' cut the wrap and to get to it!
I’m

just for me
Unlocking like she's the key
Your back flipping like one, two, three
I'm brought back down by gravity

I say yeah let's round them up
Take

of guap
Still in the city but fuck all the cops
Remember when I used to work by the Trop?
Now they tell me they can't wait for the drop

roll+ plannin to hit me
Fedderchini Alfredo take a nigga to pull like Wako
if i say so 'cause i make mo' then the average Joe
I rock a platinum row

dis you not even on my fucking level

You my son you do shit only if I let you
With LulLik that's my blood like what's in a vessel
When I'm up they gon

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

Good Old Days

Roger Creager

Live Across Texas

2004

Roger Creager, John Evans



I've heard stories about the 1950's.
Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's.
Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be

Missing three
Every time he smile in the mirror, he Gotta think of me
Moral of the story is, nigga, I'm a Fucking G
Made my first hundred thousand by

you striked
It's crazy
Money height like Dwight on a flight with KD
Crazy how I pulled up in a drop Rolls
Pocket rocket in my sneaker
Right above

that deals the flame
Rose up from a twinkle, evolution of a Phoenix
Poppa is a legend and now we blessed with the remix
Feel this deeper than I've ever

Hell burning in flames
I'm a greedy motherfucker, want my cake and eat it too!
Walked across the dead, see the blood up on my shoe 
Came up from