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of gold, the cameras catch
Been on the low
Can't manage that no more
A dream come true imagine that
Fillin' the bag
That's rack on rack
Brown on brown

Burning these trees
Restricted by sars
Straight to the face
Like all of these bars
Now who really want it
I'll give it no charge
My flow is all natural
I

gonna tell my glory
I'm back on my Business
I'm back on my job
You think that I sleep
Then I'm back for some more
My amo reloaded
My lyrical 40
My baby

cuffed to the headboard capture the essence of a king
Get checked mate like a chessboard
But wait there's more no Billy Mays
I'm prI'me tI'me while y'all

all about the music these rappers bring me no amusement
All of these bars so abusive
Leaving all the ops in ruins
And the crib is so reclusive
And these

One forty four

(People say I drive too fast
Move too fast
Live too fast
Ain't no such thing as too fast)

(People say I drive too fast
Move too fast

under the mo' Remember 4-0, J-Mack, K-P-O-O-O

More bobs than them, look The way above the rim
It's pimpin' and dancin' to Shit like Fillmoe Slim, Nigga

fuckin', fuckin' with me
I keep to spittin' the glory is not enough for me
Dome or written no worries about the luck with me
Droppin' shit down on niggas

bitch, don't come by my palace
Split up a dutch cause it's mentally taxing
Don't want no shots cause that shit's fucking nasty
My plugs got restrictions,

My diamonds on fleek
Gold on my teeth
Cost more than Jeep
Smoking on reef
Smoking on green like a wreath
Coupe driving by it's a breeze
Asthma attack I

bought me the 4's (.40)
Keepin' it balanced (balanced)
Hit him with the .44 long (baow)
I bet he's unbalanced (balanced)
I ain't on chattins' (no) 
I

We Are the Ones

The Coup

Pick a Bigger Weapon

2006

of this hell well and not one hero

The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail

through it all
Angisayiphaphali nekuku anymore cause I been though them all
Bensandokshiya bomaklippa at the mall
EClubini ngishiy' i40 stina at the bar

where you go I'm always down to ride
There's no more standing on the fence of how you feel inside
That's suicide
It's time to pick a side
Darkness

heard these niggas trying to snake me
Don't you worry about that bullshit stay focus be patient
Second I heard these wack hoes talking reckless
You know

count it no more, so my bitch count it for me
Dior across my shirt, I know that you see me
I'm dropping off dick, now her friends tryna meet me
Hold up,

in that county with no bail
Too bad they ain't know I just need some more weight on my scale
Shit felt like juvie I was made for this can't you tell

bitches is bad
Don't fuck with hoes I relapsed
I love my one girl to death
Never worry 'bout who next
Never worried 'bout the gram
Never worried 'bout them

we run yo shit
And we ruin yo clique
Leave you stuck, no sticks
Put you down like goose
Then we walk away slow
In some all black 2's
SW 3rd
Bitch I'm

got ice sickles spearing you
Come at you with more hands than cracker
But on the track I do not need no back up
Not on no dog shit I feel like Parappa

case a nigga try to riddle him
I'm feelin' just like a villain, that's by any means for the means
Can't compare to more hustle, I see tunnel vision

I don't even want a whip if it ain't got you in it
I could ride by myself
But ain't no fun in that
I need my chromed out cutie
Come n ride with a Mac

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don't worry 'cause
Everything's gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they

they been so patient
But no worries, you waited for greatness
Ima take my chances
And Ima Ima Ima make sure this shit happen
Because they been so patient