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a song and it went
Wondering if I'll ever get it right
Searching for the truth can somebody tell me who's it to, three
Come along with me I think I just

stay close to me
She could never live with herself
If she had to
Live with the ghost of me
And that's some rhythm and poetry
Look man I touched down in

Lock-N-Load

L-Burna

Thug By Nature

2001

[Chorus: x3] 
Nigga, it's all about the drama 
Packin' pistols when we ride 
Mothafuckas about to die 
It's about to be some shit! 

I'm

Hit the Jackpot

Underground Sound Unit

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

now a lot of folks know my song is no joke
So everyone around get down to what I got
Not confusing but I'm bruising anyone that trys to take my

the choir stand

Kick down the door, feel like Noah when the rain coming
I erase the pain with my praise, beats stay thumping
You can't tell me bout a skit

perfect
People keep telling me that the best songs are always the saddest ones
As if they haven't heard "Run Away With Me" by Carly Rae Jepsen
Or really

"I remember when Justin was around three, we were at a church concert
After watching one of the performances
I turned away for a moment, when I

sleep
Sometimes I feel like I'm the problem

If it weren't by me
It was fundz double 3
No further responses

Auntie said I'm a real bad breed
I just skin

I'm a Larry bird hittin these threes
Sittin in my 4 by 4, Castles closed
Use the back door, Sup Alfred, do my chores

Mop the floor with that shit you

of fire always getting shot down
Look at how far I came by spitting these raw poems
Detailing the battlefield my dairy is a warzone
DMX told me that it’s

it makes my head feel light
1, 2, 3
Then I hit the floor
My friends will endure
And more drinks we pour
Faded, I feel secure
Sober, I don't feel sure

turn to booze
I closed my business
It lasted a long time
But I started mine with three thousand dimes
Try that my man
It got worse with jail
Now I'm

Honestly, that shit propels me like copters in motion
I'm hittin' points on the come-up
Bouncing back like Pokémon with a potion
They want me down in a hole,

by my moms Courtney Jones
Pops wasn't ready for a kid, so she left him alone
She moved on to Albany to start and build a great home
It was just

don't ask me if I feel niggas
I wrote this one for the streets, mail it to all my real niggas
And we do pop ups at niggas door, leave em dead at their

ain’t no support by the people I’m surrounded 
Cause ah prophet once told me you ain’t gonna get support from familiar faces 
Till you start to profit

Okay, this is Sam
We want to hear a recap of this weekend
Like a play-by-play song of this project

What a crazy weekend, ain't gon' lie
Ain't got

eight some
Lock in for four hours three days straight do eight songs
Big booty Judy don't wear panties with jeans she wear straight thongs
That bitch got

Permanently Scarred (I Don't Wanna Wait)

Tragedy Khadafi

Against All Odds

2001

son
If I could reach out an touch her she just get bucked
But I'm locked out stressed out mad as fuck
and I down want to wait

hook:(sang by Joya) 3x
I

the most, keep my momma close
Yeah, you know I love her the most
I'm in the Post like Malone, Mailman, special delivery
I'm in the zone like 2-3, talking

my songs, but so fuckin' sweet

I just give my best shot off the dome, modern warfare 3
City small as Rust, hope somebody find us in the dust
It's like

digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3

(I hope y’all enjoying these songs right now,

Cause Lil’Traffic put them all together by himself,

Distributes his own music, and does his own

love money they say
But then drop a song how they love money the next day
I'm not saying don't get paid
But don't be bugging, get poisoned by the raid
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