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That's facts, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout, nigga? Stop playin' with me, man

Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big

by
Never knew that havin' so much fuckin' talent was a crime
But you know who I am, bitch I'll cover my face, now I'm

Masked up, you can call me

playin' for the bills (Crack the seal)
Pour this drank up, might forget who Trevo is (Gettin' dizz)
Turn a three sixty, might dunk up on some kids (Lil

Cold World

M.O.P.

The Legends Underground, Vol. 5

2008

at the biggest crack spots
Raised around killers so eventually I popped shots
(Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on the real
Fuck around you get your

gas, I'm dosin' off, but nobody can find me

And I can't stop my hittas, niggas playin' on platin
Every time I see they struggle, remind myself I gotta

Roll Call Reloaded

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

stop callin me
Leave me alone if you ain't talkin G's
If your name ain't on a damn caller ID (caller ID)
Uh, you ain't even much, really fittin to talk

zoom
By the cop car
Let ‘em stop ours I’ma lockjaw
I'ont say shit, I’ont pop percs, I’on pop bars
I’ma rockstar at ya door nigga knock knock
You know why

Those obstacles I'm blowing by like a fan
I'm really gon make it
I'm really gon make it
It just took sum patience 
I'm not gonna stop till I'm eating with

died supposedly
I was fucked up only maybe cause my moms was close to me
Niggas never was by my side they ass was all just postin' me
Couldn't lift my

love being all by my lonely and matching myself, cause only in I who I trust
Copped me a zip and said fuck it and went made music on behalf of the buds

on her
Water on my neck and my wrist, homie
Lil' nigga chill, I'm a big homie
Diamonds on me they dancing
Trap spot like a mansion
Count money with

Aye yo SQUALÉ
Let these niggas know
It's game time yea
Game 7 shit
CA to TX boi
Bompton to Houston
We ain't playin' no games wit' niggas
Bulletproof

niggas,
you be fakin' I am real
I need dead, dead faces,
I need every type of bill
And lil jit gon' cut it up,
I ain't never give a fuck
I'm just tryna run

And I know how things will all work out
And I know you know exactly what I'm sayin
I wish that we could use better forms of communication
I'm playin

got curfew
Coulda got gun downed but they ain't hurt
Nigga got buried by the state they dirt you
Hit him all in his face they shirt you
Betta not stop

yo drug addict ass in submission
I carried yo song so you hoping and wishin
I'll stop what I'm do but I keep on persistin
Don't fuck with folks that'll

a lil boy who reside by the coast
I know what I'm doin
I'm steady pursuing
I'm tryna run up on a bag
Yeah
Me and the homies on top
Ain't never gon swap
We

it chop
Hit him with a octagon, that's another 8 shots from them red tips
So you know that nigga bound to stop, better watch your health
Man, I heard

Shorty heard my sound said I got style,
Whole lotta water on me I might drown,
We in the stu rollin' up by the pound,
Tryna get a buss down,
Shorty toxic

out, right before he died, I wish he would've listened
Opps be tryna slide get crucify, you know it's fucked up, niggas
Yeah, stop playin', niggas know

I dont wanna fight, i just wanna bite, that look in your eyes what i been missing
She know that im fuckin around, can tell by the frown shawty done

please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin,

make a bitch
Tell her she said she can't stand that bitch, it's in not on me, I ain't playin' that
Niggas still makin' money where I used to play at
I

lil' niggas dangerous
Don't even mask up no more, these lil' niggas brainless
I got so many fallen loved ones, nigga out here painless
Don't know when