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join the party
Let me in to your heart, take a sip Bacardi
Wait - what's your deep talk topics
Do you like crème de menthe
Your drinks are no narcotics

protection baby no weapon
Betta think b4 u come stepping
Karma gone show u a real lesson
Bout fucking wit da Fox when u know I'm hot
Big stepper when I walk it

this the trip
That made you slip down the slope
It's like a big pile of hope
You really wanna have it
But the tragedies in life
Prevented you from tryna

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

that gold, I'm a Striker
I score my goals, I'm a Striker
If I like your chick I won't strike out
Ima get that girl I'm a Striker
I achieve my goals I'm

came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well being
I don't dance,

Sweet one she by my side
We getting rich she can hold this bag

Bro Bro, pulled up in a drop top
Drinks on drinks so you know we just pop off
Dripped out

I'm just peeping the amenities
Nah we don't babysit no Hennessy we mixing now it's chemistry 
I'm skating to that box like a penalty 
This the quiet

the morning
Got the meds by the bedside headed for the end
Like a true kamikaze left in ruins
Like the doomed Anasazi but I choose to groove
To the end with

its back to the block (Aye aye uh)
If rap don't work
Uh
We outside like Hotboy Shaq (outside)
Big glock with the mop stick attached
He play then he lay

probably measure it by the volts
You do a show and you act like a gag reflex
I'm watchin' you choke (Ha)

One thing I can't stand is someone who's doin'

drugs got some pints by the case
I been gettin so high takin blunts to the face
I been gettin so high takin blunts to the face
I'm trynna get in her guts

My Night
Written by Anthony Parker 

Verse 1
Woke up in a room that I don’t know clothes on and I’m headed for the window feel a hand on my back like

me, lt was all by somebody created
Dem young fouls falling for tricks
There no such a thing as get rich quick and no kid should be cuttin no bricks
They

Like what Nip say your worse enemy is idle time
Shit I'm only getting older
I can't do the two doors I need big body
This nigga mad at me he tripping

the party so you know it's not dead
When I say I'm in a fantasy I don't mean I'm dreaming in a bed
Let's embrace it, by facing whatever it is
Money is what

Frustrated

Dizzy Wright

SmokeOut Conversations

2012

poetic It's giving birth to go out and be a great
In many ways, more than music, more like life changing
Surrounded by the Angels and the Satan's and it

of what you say

Now let me show you bitches what 'bout
She can't keep up but she keep tryna run her big ol' mouth
You keep reacting like you got a lot

a ghost so just hit me
We be rollin' in deep 'cause I'm empty
Do me one and grab me a few 40s
I'm not gonna be goin' to no party
I like the noise I don't

He's Plotting on his CV
Hope them niggas never get to see me
Makk
Stack it up two by two
If its peng ting talk ya about then I'm airing it out
Cause

Started from nothing so I feel like I'm that guy for real
Can't quit my hustle that ain't something that the guys'll feel
Losing everyone so quick

fault I giggle when we got this nigga laughing

Until his cheeks feeling so numb (Ay, that's the girl you like?)
Mostly in these times, it's feeling

Thirty-six hundred for a seal
You know I gotta taste it
White diamond link, white Rollie
But I'm not racist
Young rich nigga love to ball
I'm like Sanaa Lathan

Bring the Noise

Master P

My Balls & My Word

spillin
Heavens to Merkatroid gotta be fouler like the Big Boy
Shakin up some shit I thought you knew I bring the noise, bitch

[Chorus]

Ha ha, No