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and hunted (haha)
Shh, got shot in the face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance wit' the pole

new chain
Baguettes like a baker
I had to go put it right on
New life now
And it's getting pretty wild
Big crowd out
And it make me crack a smile
Time

gang shit you spray 
Ain't impress me
Anticipatin' your next move times 3
Cant fuck with you boy on my side the Trinity
Callin' shots to deploy gun

plugged in like a phone box
Say your boy got it coming by the truck load
That truck load cap, Bass Pro Shop
I play every position I've been given
Got a MF

boy what’s up
You don’t want problems with us
Xero gang we send them lead at your clovers
Reminding you don’t test your luck
Don’t judge a book by its

Hitting up the Breakfast Club talking mad shit 
In the back his mind, he's wild nervous and shit 
The record label guaranteeing his protections 
Followed by

striking a match on a box
The boy is sicker with it wicked with it vicious with it nigga with a lyrical pistol and he bout to let it pop
Automatic acrobatic

The Pearl

Joshua Kadison

Delilah Blue

1995

to the light, 
How the Pearl will shine. 

Early one morning, fates changed everything,
Zandro's baby boy felt the scorpion's sting.
The town doctor just

why I never make lines up like you rappers that say you wave guns up
But the only time you’ve ever got struck wasn’t by a buck shot but cupid
You be in

to die in a shootout like the wild west
The poor and the weak stay oppressed
But it's about time that shit get addressed
Only silence I keep is my gun

said peezy you acting wild
She told me boy you better stop it you know you my second child
I tell her say
I've been gone for way too long
And I've been

these streets
Sometimes ain't listenin'

And you know that them boys on the corner
Corner boys took me in like a Christenin'

I was baptized by the street

Hit your bitch with the wild boy mention
We call it a mention
But this shit a high rise
And the punch he went through

High five
And the shooters
Yeah

me how to hold a gun but I'd shoot it before you
It's wild as shit
Listen I fuck with Sosa but he just never dropping shit
& most y'all favorite

it
Not in for all the band shit, might drum on the Glock, percussionist
My boys just becoming with, flows and clothes, you can't fuck with it
Hoes

gun me down
And say im missing
Proficient
In my craft
But that don't mean shit
They dropping my brothers
But not by actions that they've
Made
They say

made, of the person I've become
Is it worth it, living by the streets, dying by the gun?
I don't know
But I know if I don't blow up as a rapper
Then for

taste like
Boys want sex so load
To know what that thang smell like
Nervous we don't think alike
My mind was out of sight
I had goals and dreams
Teens
Try

'Bout to do the damn thing you know

1, 2, it's live

I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty

Back to the mud

Some of these old country ass

Man that shit really wild
Bound by my title, got rounds in the rifle
At distance I'm blitzin, can't sleep on a vio
Never was friend to me, only

My son Jak, his future is so black, he
Has no ambition, he likes
Swimmin' and fishin'
He simply drives me wild!

JakProgresso:

Yeah came here to do

boy with it
You know like, that way, that way (grr)
Spin this kid, reverse it (skrr, skrr)
The man went that way, that way
Baby, come arch your

herself afar
I could feel my flower wilting, and an ache grew inside
I aged about twenty years, and my fists grew strong and wild
And I left a bloody mess

Don't have to be buds
But let's just discuss bF:
Fatherless he left the outcome is this s:
What's to come can be avoided by us bF:
Get a bitch, then you