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dashboard to see how fast the Car go

I’ll make a racist mad and buy a house near Mar a lago

Drop the red white and blue raise da African flag

Got a Satchel

Nigga it's fuck you, if you on it
I ain't dodging anything that's coming
Nigga fuck you and yo hood
Ion give a fuck bout where niggas from
And I been

for fleas and piddled on trees and sniffed each other's ars'oles
Red Riding Hood thinks we're dead good although we've got the mange
She likes it doggy

The Mega Million hit a billion dollars this past week
I think I got a little confessing to do
Don't worry, I ain't win it
I'm still broke like you

Intro:
Welcome, welcome to the other side of the H.
Yea we known for popping trunk, riding slab, sipping syrup, and banging screw.
But I challenge

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
C, Z
Rose from the swamps write my bars with a Chete
Vs Freddy count the body count these body bags heavy
Surrounded by

Looking at the book you handle 
Here's a little thing I know about it if you want to dabble in reanimation of the dead
I put them into battle
That'll be

little star
Fucking bitches never mine
But am looking sad
Because they will never compromised
But am taking all the pain
By the way it's one mans aim
Being

out an army
Baby, it's raining and storming
Still in the hood and I ride with the pointer
For years
I feel like I'm going through torment
I get a hot

Brodie call it slingshot, bounce back from all the tragic shit
Yesterday was saved by God, I know it ain't no accident
Yesterday the reason I ain't

is tired of selling drugs they
Got a little rap skills
They wanna put they shit out"
(Green Gang, bitch)
"They trying to get some money
Niggas tired

Yo, yeah yeah yeah yeah
As I walk through my town feeling blessed, blessed
I just walk with a frown feeling stressed, yes

Rock the red and the blue

not the same, I am not to blame
Call you daddy, you was prolly raised by a hoe nigga
Rap game got a shortage of the real niggas
When ya see me, know

Song: Cruise Control (Extended Version)
Written by: A Ali

Intro:

A Ali: Hey
Lady J: Hey! What you doing?
A Ali: I ain’t doing shit…just riding

under the rain, you been riding all the waves
Oh well
O.C. hella far from LA but its worth it
Just a little drive on the coast, then we perfect
I'm always

Quarters
Cuz others was was Dropping dimes
Got a nerve to say free that Person in rhymes
Its good to see young Brothers excited to rep Their hoods
But catch

either play
Sports or rhyme sell crack or dimes poor and black back of the line 
Got to have a little esperanza to get by baby hold your head up high

Welcome back to it, red shades off
You saw the rose all in the tint, they going A-wall
I mean the stakes on
Get ready for this napalm
Me, E, Remo,

flyer than a flight
(Than a flight)
Know some niggas in the hood who moving white
See a pretty little thing in my sight
(In my sight)
I'ma drop it on her

to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin' thing
"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis? "Taisha"

that i feel peace and just let someone close
Trip into my mind, Come and learn something I don't gotta show
If you was really into me could tell just by

I put the drum in the dirty grip
Dropped the whole case so you know we're lit
Throw your set up while we're riding by
Niggas spinning back
Cause you

Can't get caught up in no drama
Tryna cop a mansion for my mama
Then go back to the hood
And cop a couple blammers
Could picture myself riding through

hella bay (Bonar)
Hella bay hella bay (Hella bay hella bay)
I go a little crazy
Nah, I don't let nothing phase me
Trappin' like my name Lil Baby
My hood