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and a time for you
Had it locked by design
But you crossed every line
Now the one thing on my mind is
You
In my mind you take up space when
You know i’ve got

Hello chap, we got a new hit on the list
Oh? Who is it
It's this bloke named White Boy Em
Isn't that, that Speed copy
Indeed it is
Ooo I'm on my way

But sure I would see you later

Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya

you mean every word that you say
And I don’t care if you’re tellin’ me lies
Cause I was fallin’ for you by the look in your eyes

You turn my world just

never be stopping it,
My greatest work is ahead of me,
And once I finish a product it's dead to me,
I got a hundred more like a centipede,
Rhymes, lines,

with mama by his side
And daddy on bass singin' Charlie Pride
Kaw-lija, Folsom, Stand By Your Man
Just a few you might hear from the band
Nobody gets it

like I'm street fighting Ryu

Get the work off a boat in the Bayou
Fuck 12 boy we riding by you
This cat hell
Car still got the new smell in it
Fuck

hand
I won't accept no Ls, keep going till I win
Until the world in my hand become a made man
Make a name for myself, like Changing the one that was

the doorman
Eruption time, i was dormant
I was waiting for the rumble of the quake man
Feel the magma, let it burn dawg
Push puff, i just bought me some KK
If I

for switching my life up, sick and tired of the lies and b!tchin
inside I'm tied up, fused like dynamite
I might try to find her tie us right up side by

By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s

It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road

through
So you know I shout them out too
Praise God till I'm in a tomb
And my legacy flowing right out
By the time I am 6 feet under
My fortune gon have

temperature
Long time, never kill a man
Word to crodie Dexter
Killers hang with killers
So I'm postin' with the steppers
They call me Press Machine 'cause
I

like another one man show
Play my game you know it's like got to go
Everybody says nobody wants to know
The price is high the moral's sinking low

Burn

filling up a stadium
Something that’ll let me live by the Mediterranean
Try to call me stupid you might as well be an alien
Cause I’m gonna do my thing

go hoop wit them
Comin home to a house bein dim
Swear i used to throw my stress at the rim
Man i can't forget them days if i tried
Used to have to go

relapse
So, I'm 'a continue to buss caps
Got 10 different murders on 10 different maps
Man, these niggas that rap know the hapse
When I brandish this thang

Could ya please let me do me
Throwing my all in this industry
I'll push until they take it
No frustration for duration
Oh I got patients
Just in case I

paper or we shooting
You think it's just by ripping i will rip your heart out
Picker please
Give me what is mine or we bursting at your crib
Give me what

stand up in the mirror, say

They're mad at you for living and ask you to forgive them
Gotta shake em, man it's too much salt they got up in em
It's

Breath Control

Buckshot

The BDI Thug [Expanded]

1999

rhyme, you can hear the sign of the scorpion
Got you coughin in, stuck by the venom that I put in him
Always loose, never win, I'm developin
A brand new

Something that you'll never, never know
I know there's reason but pleases and thanks ain't feasible
To people chasing pleasures
Well weathered, man, peace

I'm gon' drank
Here with my Gs, give a fuck what y'all thank
Know you got a small bank, Can tell by your energy
And me? I'm an asshole that's testing

the butter it's checks that I spread
Got me pissed off all I'm seeing is red
Fuck it he talking so I might just fill'em wit lead
Slide in the Dodge seeing