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doesn't cost dollar just for you to be kind
Ain't got no money but I'm not poor
No hard knocks I'm kicking down doors
Days were numbered and gave him more

it
Every time I hit your hoe, she telling me she loving it
This is not no plagiarism, boy, you cannot copy it
3D live edition for these hunnids, these

having friends feels weird 
Locked down by myself for twenty-hours 
Going crazy, taking cold showers 
 In the dark, I found star power
Years later, now

So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith 
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH

MIXED

some meetings behind a a door
One for the drama, two for all the tendencies
Three for the ones who never end up resenting me
There's no cutting ties even

Pop 'Em Up

U.N.L.V.

6th & Baronne

1998

cliental in the fuckin' street
He said for three g's he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn't know how I felt
We meet by the old

the weak
Get stronger with the game
Pin it down for my kind
Our tribe found god just stay by my side winning

Eventually might get-you fired up like the sun

Would you read us a bedtime story?
Passed me the pistol
Bam, I look through the door
I see like three, four niggas
Conductor, Conductor, Conductor

I'm fruitless
What's the price to pay
To begin again?
I'm off my rock
Tell Chuckie to sit the fuck down
Before we get caught
Three mo times
Before I get

enchantment, no romancer
You're a ghost, a knock at the door with no answer

I'm humble enough to admit I don't have it all
But I've got enough, least I don't

over grind
So that overtime
The money inclines
Save half the dimes
Redo that shit like a million times
3
To live out my dreams
Hitting the stage

Gettin' Closer to God

Krumb Snatcha Mobsters

Snatcha Season, Vol. 1

1998

without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just begun
A nightmare flick, visions of swingin' the pool stick
Depicted by near death, I

taking opinions and mowing them down
I won't live under those anymore
I'm awkward when doing my daily
I'm nicer on top of a flow
And back when my life was

your vest lil nigga
You never kicked down doors
Or popped them heads lil nigga
I rock a lil different when I'm off my meds lil nigga
5.56 full court

Got to Tell Somebody

Don Francisco

Signature Songs

2000

the door
Wondering what the reasons were they'd ever come there for

Then He called his three disciples that were with Him on the way
He led them and my

for us is us
We trust in God, man is fickle
Phony as a bright ass copper nickel
Three for five dollars, it don’t mean shit
When the value of five

Wicked Ways

Sunz of Man

Gangsta Rap [Simply the Best]

2001

for seven days 
And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light 
Of the Sun, that's killin off villains by the ton 
Sealin all the doors

fake only real in me 
Boy my music gon live ain’t no killin me, 
I’m sticking my d*** in the industry

Hook 3
I see visions of me glistening on top

I need a second to breathe
Natural disaster that fill the room
I need my prescription
Im three hours into, anxious thanks to these shrooms
Lake side

down to Venus
Had to replenish 
Need to finish my sentence

Gotta give em what they waiting for 
Let it rock let em hate some more 
Left at 3 I'll be in

bringin
Top dollar bitches, who got love to give
Ain't no time for playing games, get down like you live
We might spend a little ends tonight, so get it

before we can live life happily (Some)
Choose suicide, and some murder, and some passively
Just stroll on by, wasting life but that's reality (Life)
Ain't

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their

Lock-N-Load

L-Burna

Thug By Nature

2001

don't know, and Layzie don't give a fuck 
Platinum nigga, and I still'll bust 
While I'm here, nigga I'm gon' live it up 
Keep puttin' this down