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to keep this shit on the down low
Okay
Wont even be telling the homies
Im real 
To Hell with the phony 
Just me and my forty
We walk down the block 
Bitch

checks cause a nigga feeling poor
Forty gotta lil kick, You should hear that bitch roar
And I'm standing on ten, If I gotta do four

Rundown, Walk-down

get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")

(Back up! Back up)

Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

Trapping through the jungle

Granny say i
Got expensive habits

Spent a couple racks. on some sneaks
I'm a shoe fanatic.

BlockParties / drop off

Mmhm

Fredo

Third Avenue

hella niggas getting guap
Servin' twenty shots standing by the betting shop
Plugs were getting robbed, I'm a rapper now, they're better off

(Mmh,

the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap

I'm with my dawgs
My hond, di ntja'ka
Sparapara in a Porsche
Pasop, for the kgata
You don't wanna go to court
For a kop, of the dagga
They shot

Here I Am

Blaze da Tyrant

Sacrifice: 1st Doctrine the Trilogy

lap 
I'm just a killa bitch, you don't wanna a nigga on the ground 
Life is cold like a 4-0-Z 
Only thugs and killas be the ones down to ride with me

by the darkness that you made
I feel its hate and rage through the sharpness of my blade
My cousins mostly cuzzin' always husslin' sniff
Dawn puffin

Treat it like a gold mine
Forty-Nining for the lines
Ain't pushing on goal lines
Passin by on pharcydes
Tote the pill no co-sign
Pharmaceutical eye

Haitian shit thick

Ass so fat, I'm barely, I could grip it
Bitch, I do it, bitch, I stick it
Bitch, I mmm, bitch, I ah ah
Bitch, I do it, do it, do it, I

crowd
Drinkin' 40's every morning 'til we pass out
Times like leaves in the fall 
Now with every single breath like I feel the withdrawals
And I just

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that

Comin' Up

Robben Ford

Tiger Walk

1997

with a mafia (Huh)
Look you don't know shit about UGK
Or Mr. Fat Pat and Grey Screw tapes
I rep the Screwed Up Click peep the watch I'm wearin'
I'm

the numbers
Snorting all this blow so you know I'll never slumber
Everywhere I go you know I'm about to plunder
Your girl walks up and let's me reach down under

in public
Most likely I'm by my lonely trust nobody
It's just a plastic or the chrome only
When I beef I pick skeletons
I don't pick bones homie

a dollar and some change
Lookin' strange
Mean-muggin' in the back of the club
I'm hangin' out gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub
Hoes showin' mad love

like a vampire
That's how I know that I fuck with a freak
Run in his crib with the forty and hollows
I'm turning this shit into Halloween
Uh yeah fuck it

and use the cord as a lasso
The next villain on my shitlist be MC csshole
The castle's the capital aka crack your clavicle
Snatch your soul
I'm nasty like

Ha, Boog'
Ha, Boog' (ha), ha, Boog' (ha, ha)
Bitch, I'm Big Dude (go, yeah, The Wizard)

Bounce that ass (ha, ha) if you think I'm handsome

better be cold
You better have 16K or low (yeah)
Get shot by a man with the COVID mask and plaits, it's probably road (road)
Bando settings, I'm next

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

and watch your ass melt

In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop

Officer Down

Lloyd Banks

Money Moves the World

2009

to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's