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tryna steer,
Felt so good that she cried,
She in my phone every time a Nigga open his eyes.
I like my women all size,
cll nice on the eyes,
I like'em

Woah 
Comin back to life
Think I just died
Birds in the sky
Clouds off white 
Heaven down low 
Yeah hell is up high 
Fuck writin wrongs 
Imma wrong

pumping She give me neck on the function.
He a bitch he got tripped by the ukkhaz I been in and out from the jail like a locker With my Son and you know we

Weary Eyes

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly
Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic
Keep your ears open for new assignments
Ride with the livest,

want to do this one more time
Nothing's really real til you open your eyes
I swear I love you, believe that I'm trying
Please pick up the phone and tell

a toast, for making it through the highs and lows witcha
And getcho hands off that liquor, and getcho ass in the picture
Depression show off her figure
She

this way
Looking at the writings on the wall
But it felt like a poem when I think back
I'd rather be by myself
And just Pillowtalk with these demons
I'm

the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit

smooth, showin' you
Don't got to be sponsored by nike to cop checks, woo
If your intentions a haiku, with my witty sense your mind bruise
Really drench into

Automated and the doors open like the birds
I took my girl on a ride she be flyin high
She gives me everything the other homies never get
Iced money baby

to church where I went
'Cause I had to repent to the holy ghost
I celebrate when I score my goals
I never wait I just open doors
I tell 'em straight, Imma end

than my own father
Desperate for a letter to open it up, she Not my daughter

After exchanging a few words, I send shots around my own mama
Apologies

it's time I make the temperature rise
Imma try
Imma simple guy
When I'm high
Imma sweetie pie
But to my surprise I get trippy on the mic live
I'm just

to rule

Choose freely, but know that if you are not with us
then by definition you are against us
So, you can stay and fight for the people who hate

fist
Trying to spar with me is a high risk know my Daddy shoots but He never missed
And I'm sitting close to His wings covered by the grace that He

approaching her thinking if I’m the next roller skating

But my confidence high as a bitch
Waited until we locked eyes and I didn’t flinch
Read every sign fine

some shit that I'm tryna do in this lifetime
That's why I rhyme
And try to embark on high climbs
I'm just tryna glide by, big brained like Einstein
You

Hey pretty girl
It's your world
Make it go round
Fly as you are
I get high off your style
But there's one thing that I can't figure out
Can you hold

Yea, yea
Yea, yea
One time for the drum line
Level up high
Run hide I'ma get you in the sunshine
In the daylight
In the darkness
You will hear

at times get hard
If I was saved by the truth why would I ever flauge
I was feeling kinda cold & if I died i know you'll spit me out
Living water running

his friends cause he
He riding around by his self far as I can see
And I knock that nigga off I'm wiping his whole team
And bitch I want the whole thing

pout
Had to man up had to open my mouth but unity is what the waiting is bout
Released from jail wasnt long afterwhile
Pauly passed i could still see him

Norway
Had that ting bussing from foreplay,
I was in the whip by the bank when the pee dropped, 
Pissed cos I gotta split four ways,
She's in my room after

under the seat right next to the scale. 
If 12 open up the trunk we going to a cell 
Put a switch on the glock and turnt they city up
Big ass knot in my