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my niggas with the shits they gon tote some blow some
All my niggas they gon slam shit they gon blam shit
They gon knock shit fuck it up on bam bam

always be a dish boy
Hit my line I won't answer the call
I Ain't got time this the first day I had off
Its the first day I had off
Waking up at 5
I can

of Satan
We gauge it till it press fire
Cause we too, are too, are too, are too..
Cause we too, are too, are too..

We gag up all dem sheep to make money

by showing me the real me

Without him, death and sin is where I still be
But now I'm alive like Johnny Five
This is all Holy Spirit, no third eye, no

Roll da ting nah 
Roll dat ting low low
Rotate in a circle
Bumpa by d kilo
Your body givin' crazy
Go (loco) x5


Chorus
Gyal fling it up arch ya back

Off that lean, leaning Eiffel Tower
You want war get devoured (Sheesh)
No Fifty Cent, I got fucking power
Y'all go Ghost when it's sour, real shit
I

Triple H, bitch I'm in the game
Big Pimpin’ but my niggas insane
Big 5, lil' bitch I got mob ties
Go outside, I wanna get my nine
We Gooned up like Ghost

and let the semi blow
Leave a bullet hole all up in ya dome
Then I put him in the dirt, he a silly hoe
Call up Osha O, say "it's time to go"
Ride

Kraken hat, my Kraken gloves
You know the gear
I'ma keep it on and Kraken
While I blow this year
I'm a Troll this year

It's cold in here
Got me dressed up

Triple stage darkness
Who sparks the hardest? Kick a garbage can
Out crawls a starving artist
I'm livin' it like others
I like to speak on
And vent

Beautiful young bitches barrages of business

It's two twenty five two twenty five
Two twenty five two twenty five
He looked in my eyes the city is mine
Boy

Crept and We Came

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

E 1999 Eternal

1995

crept and I came up
Remember that killer the nigga named Leatherface
Now if you ah thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it
Put ah bitch up in the gutter

crazy
Think bitches tryna eat baby
Paid ten-five for six months
I think that hoe think she slavin'
On Big Dump, it been dumb how I'm slidin'
No equation

And you can fucking let it go homie just give it up
Ain't no heroes in my world it's only villains yeah yeah
Yeah my name hold weight
I'm like five hundred

the kush in the atmosphere 

Blow it by the ocean

Man you know what happens here

We havin fun here

Everyone drunk here

Getting to the money 

Bouta have

the sweater
This one is not crosses
Stock x
Look it up see what the cost is
Her stock breast
Fed me through different divorces
Kill them with drip
They gone see

I be fucked up by myself
In my room, off the blow
I can't feel my face
And I'm moving kind of slow
I tell myself I ain't a junkie
I'm just feeling

a man's muse
All mc needs
Is just a bucket of booze.
Watch me
Blow a load on your butt tattoo
Watch me
Come back for seconds
Like it's Chinese food.
No one

Personal Og

Bun B

Str8 Killa

2010

of the hay in the trunk
And when he came from the Chi we was weighin' it up like
Uh
I got 16 zones of death and you can hit it at your own risk
When I

listening close, got to watch what you're sayin
Ninas and four fives
Demons with cold eyes make bread off these dope lines
It's like a goldmine, with heaters

a million
Bro had to go and get a nine to five
Cuz he couldn't keep up that robbing and stealing
Serving the work and I'm taxing the fiends
I'm finna get out

really don't care about fame
If this blows up, Imma be pissed
This ain't good, man, it's just for kids

One two three four I'm a martyr
God at least I know

working
Do the most for a minute
Selling killing for shillings
When you should be making millions of your own
Fuck you and pay me
So I could blow it

Hooked up, S5, hope we get a nice deal
And even if I do
I'm gon' always remain Mike Millz

Dawg, what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't