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one of them days that I don't give a fuck
(I don't give a fuck) it's one of them days

Nine o'clock in the morning, I wake up, I'm running late
Tell

a stand by you
Yes on my life
With the blood
Dat flows through my body
Jst wait
Jst wait
See oh baby
I'm on my way
Jst wait
Jst wait
See oh baby
I'm on my

like Polpo
It's only gang shit I don't fuck with the Popo
And y'all are two faced, Doppio, Diavolo
Woah woah I get money by the boatload
Bodies get

blue eyes
Don't compare me with them other guys
I just appreciate beauty made by god
Now lemme love ya till my life expires

You don't like me, but I

mind for good
Riddler me this
Don't you think you could
Badman

All that time you spending robbing
You should be mentoring them kids
Joker steady

Wu
Tang killer with the CREAM
Kill a beat, kill a fleet
Killer with the free
This is how we do it yes it's L-O-G-IC
I'm out in LA
This is how we do it

't fuck up my mojo
Don't disturb me, I'm counting that goddamn dinero
You know what I'm repping, it's tatted, four double O
Four double O, it's 400
All

the doc ain't too late
Sirens all through the city
When they playing with me
That pastor pull up it's a D.O.A. lot
Lil bro just saw his first brain

on before they come off me (on God, on God)
Send some shots at yo' tall tee (on God, on God)
Smokin' strong, been all lonely (on God, on God)

Switches

of them for protection (who?)
The Blacks or the Mexicans? (Yes)
Uh, I mean, I guess
I'll go Blacks, right? Blacks
Okay
I just don't know much about

Ojini
Yeah
See, most of y'all niggas know
That you can't get close
Unless you're
Bringing me roses
Put them up to my nose, and
Yes we
Out in

(Ye’ Yea)

(Yea, Yea)

(Yea)

Verse 1:
I should be a ghost writer 
Cause i don’t want the fame
I can give anybody this verse 
Cause they gone feel

ginobili
I remember growing up they told me
I would never be nothing it was O.D
Now I'm going for the chip with the whole team
Undefined be the gang that all

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead
All I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red
Nigga shoot the spot and got

days
I don't wanna wait
Pour another cup of sugar come here tell me how it taste
Fresh cut yard put my best foot forward
Lawn chair thrown like I'm

me any less of a man wey be say
You know say no man fit curse who Jah don bless
Y'all know that I'm far gone
Spit fire like I'm dragon
Omo you gahra

Yeah, I was born a Greek god that was raised by Hebrews
Told me I was born again, it was all placebos
Taught me family was important like Vin Diesel

pe mo ti binu joh
Feels good touching your body
I don’t even care about money baby just take it all
Everybody here’s coming to party se o ti gbo

Se o

Let's Ride

Choclair

Now 5

bet against Chizz-nocks
Count your loss
See I don't care what you think or say

What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ
Dissed by who, six

the complete lock and beat stock
Now, all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!*
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon, I'm like a mink

was sorry
I didn't tell you my folks was wrong
Oh wait, sir, yes I did, I forgot that
But I'll do it again inside this song
You don't even know if I was

going , Don't abuse it
Its your scene, cnd you can choose it
 
Select it

Interconnect it

Come listen, hear all about it
Im on the mic and yes I'm guna

to a different world 
you can live out all your dreams
we pray on your poverty
oh, oh
No need to read Socrates 
Don't believe those sorts of things
Now we're your

yes these bullets can rip through weave
I pray santy buss me with 2 44s like Christmas Eve

Shawty wan face me and her best mates got back
Know what