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Sitting by the lake side
My feet hanging over the reef
I can feel the tide
Changing rapidly
Sunrise on the water
I can feel a bite
Must have been

their motherfucking heads in the clouds
A hope soon a make a few pounds off this rap See it all through and take it across the map
And then make a few

Better Days

Ron Banks

The Shadiest One

1998

that I spent with many of em 

Hopin that the Lord let me see the millennium 

Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days 

Fightin for my

over by the eastgate 
We ready for the games so we gotta tailgate
Had a show but shenanigans rendering me late
I said I...
Didn't even wanna do this take

bangin' lines
While I sit by myself just bangin' nines
Three at a time for a friend of mine
Two to the head, no, He'll never be dead
Yeah, that's right, you

Don't Flex

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Don't trip baby
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of them

stay prepped and won't burn in my bed
Purging that, dead weight I'm determined to shed 
Talking 'bout crushing flesh on that old serpent's head, no

Take me outside
And blow my fucking head off
With your eyes, it's alright
I guess I deserved it this time
Well, maybe next time it'll be better

blow her back 
Out say she blows better than a ref and when she's over that 
she rolls a pack of blow or cracked guess she got a nose for that 
Plus she

like I'm dead, just call the coroner
Sink to depression in the morning
Shake it off by nightfall but I'm mourning
Looking back, regret the day I wasted

You rappers better be ducking low
Cause our beats are coming for your head
We will leave you for dead
Should've stayed in bed
Just like momma said

I

and pearls
On game i been on my shit
Playin 2k while she giving me head 
She said ion give no fucks
Dat da realest damn thing she said 
Painkillas i been

Many years I've lived my life waiting for the end
Questions running through my head, would I be better off dead
16 years are catching up, broke

of violence 
That starts inside your head 
And tells your thoughts to lie to you 
And you're better off as dead
I know the road seems long 
And you can't see

the head
Mad
With the more eyes on me
More my game transcends
Never need a comeback
If I'm never ever leaving
Coming back from the dead

White flag
Tapping

the booty is flat 
With that being said 
If you're shooting please aim for the head 
I know rappers that are better of dead 
Could never be me overdosing

sitting here worried about
You ain't care about nothing I did it's time to reroute

I'm living life just by my doley 
105 the gang chop it up with all my

Kind of Pimpish

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

of the hill
Always chill with a gang of ho's
Cluck cluck pesos everyday
Be the bomb, show you love
So all the skirts head my way
P-A-I-D, no T-L-see
Hell no, we

the swine
Your style hotter than mine? That sounds outta control
I exhale, my breath sails you outta your soul
I body rock like earth, you dead weight in

I found a lonely little voice that lives inside my head
It never leaves, it softly says 'no, you're not better off dead'
I hear it calling when I

head
A fine young man is lying dead
And I'm the fair maiden holding the gun
Reality is choking me
Rallied by systems that fail to see
I know myself

or get off the court
This shit all a sport hall of fame with it baby
That's why they Can't never play me she got good head she go crazy
The one like Tracy

dangling, my feet from the fence
I've heard the grass is always greener
Tell me if we're really freed up
I'm imprisoned in my head
Would I be better off if I

wolf tickets that you're tryna sell me
My nigga, I just came by it
Got no prize, I hate liars

I hate bitches that start fires
I hate niggas that wear