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Me and KB posted outside
with 4 guns
They call us thugs
Testing out the switches
We just takin turns
These bitches burn
Burn new plug from Cali
He

the shot, it's like playin slots, place the blocks, we live on yachts
Trippin and trippin and now we stand, face up in front of the Man
In our head and now

the tires burning
The cops coming cut your feet off pussy
 now you can stop running
The cash piling, new safe made of cast iron
Before Corona my homies was
In

2015

They say where you based, I be in my mind I swear
Tired of givin' you rappers new flows
You listening to trash, You take up all the props

page
And now my Twitter hacked

Made a new page
Cuz I ain't begging
For my Twitter back
Calling all the goons to the block
We need are hittas back
Smoke

news
CNN for the blue
Fox News for the red
People misled by the things they said
While we can't get ahead
From the lies they spread
What is it worth

can't let nobody in
She's left me damaged
Caught her red handed
She single handedly
Showed me when
You give your heart
You'll get torn apart
And left in

it
The bad news, gotta talk about it
Hate to be the bearer of bad news, talk about it
Tell the masses
(Young Chop on the beat)

Police cars

Yeah that's an old Crown Vic
Rollin' like a stomach when it's sick
Hit a lick with the homies then I split
I'm with a brand new chick
Whose name is

cleared
From a city where ain't no such thing as fair
Gotta get it how you live 
Don't give a fuck if you a kid
You could still get a 
Nine to ya ribs

alright
Every time I read into the news seeing
Niggas die young saying goodbye in
The cementary is that the life we
Gonna live in making children
Orphan in

move smart or you die
No growth, body can't comprise
False hope, no real eyes (realiz-)
c shun (-ation) is pointless
When it's talents you hide
cnd new

2) (Willie The Kid)

Then Rocafella break up
My hat cocked like the old Bleek 
My gat cocked 
By my side like obliques 
No slow leaks uh 
I'm eating

roll, rolling rolling, roll, rolling, rolling, roll
Yea bitch

I'm a cold lyrical artist, smartest on the block
It's a miracle I'm the sharpest, slicing

there livin' in the night life
Like you ain't have a kid in ya hindsight
I was spelling 'dad' with my light bright
Just hoping you were looking for

die
Stick to your guns, learn it's a lie
Killed from the rules you live by
Be slick on the run or stay out of sight
It's do or die, pick a side
'Cause

Poor Jewish Syrian immigrant
Just some words the world would give to your image when 
Brooklyn New York started calling your name
Mr. and Mrs. Dweck

doubt he'll ever meet his kid
It's such a shame, but who to blame I got my own life to live
I got choices to be made, why you laughing in my face?
They

We Know

Cappadonna

Tunnel [April 2001]

1999

to make a dope stack
We know, we know

This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri collaboration
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation

window
And think of the people who live through this darkness
Since my desires have always been pure
I never thought I would be looking for cures
By ending

live without him
He would punch her in her face and she never would doubt him
She stuck in a cycle thinking someday he would change
She was right but for

AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones

Nothing.
	
Now this is the new thing. I fucking hate this. You need a religion, asshole. You need something. What are you going to do if you get attacked by

believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack
You can tell the shit’s mine
By the navy blue caps new York Yankee fitted
The Bronx was the beginning
Where cats got cement