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Out west, give me a test (yeah)
I'm fucking a thot on her bed
All I see is red, God is who he met
When he talked that shit
Drive-by drift, don't get

at the name
I’ll be at fame so I can't hear it
Some of the stuff I see
Yeah I still fear it
Pain I still feel it
Yeah
Never gonna run
This is too much fun

He

the weight
Never gonna get the plot as fast you can make it up
I know the pain won't stop, but I gotta stay right,
Runnin' red lights
Tell me
Tell me honey

drool, throw you in my van
Now it's carpool let you rest your ass on
My dick like a barstool
Going deep like a scuba with the snorkel
You never gonna

Drinks On Us

Future

Drinks on Us

by the telly
Eating each other, they get some credit
Got commas on commas, I'm really ready
I'm really 'bout to pour up on a jet
I would never

and have em bow down
I'm gonna be the king that's the word around town
Never doubt a kid that is sick in the mind
The revenant is back, you should open your

This Is Family

Fabolous

How to Be an MC, Vol. 45: Instrumentals

2007

these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get

in the terms of ‘I’m an alcoholic’"
"So what’s the reason?"
"…to escape."

Way too late to be out cause the street light's on and the stop light's red

ever gonna stop me
No red lights
I'ma keep going and going
I'ma keep going and going
Yeah
'Cause everything ain't what it seems
I'ma get there by any

famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by

tell me if we got a problem
better tell me now cuz if you do i got a way to solve it
what im puttin onna track these niggas never gonna top it
might jus

They never knew that this young nigga be spazzing
Me and T-Rob hop on any one track
And we get to the action
Run laps cuz we active
Hold up she flashing

gonna do the same or hide til' your homies come through
Cos I'm an outlaw, bitch
There's a bounty on my head
Paint the city red
Everybody want me dead

National Disgrace

Atmosphere

Seven's Travels

2003

don't stop calling, they read me well
It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy
Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell
Freak the bell,

there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'

Yeah
I don't stop for nothing bitch I'm running red lights
I hit the ground running gunning for the finish line
And I creep while they sleep cuz I'm

Yea I'm on the move
Shawty When ya dance rob yo son like 42
Rock them hips
My name is stop, she said she already knew
See ya dig
And she dugg like my

Open my eyes, my eyes are red (high as fuck)
(Wondrem, Northflex)
Yall fools are gonna get knocked the fuck out

If I told you not to listen
Sit back

prostitution
I'm not kidding, I'm sicker than Rob Zombie
You'll need cheat codes to beat me, I'm the king of Jumanji
Enter into my house of a thousand corpses,

I curse With this song
Creep up your neck like a bob 
Fucked up your B and its Rob 

Need a plan B for this thot
Did she take it or not
We fuck for

to rob and steal, cnd mob and kill, 
like that's gonna get you filthy, rich, 
I'm sick of the sick getting by, 
Of snatching away of our lives, Don't care

off of the bench
But know it's on me, a zombie kid
Now forever hungry, start dumping then I'm rolling out in a flash
Never socialise, I'm on the couch

you're dead
As far as niggas gettin to the loot
We fed
Can tell it all by how the nigga move
He scared
I Get behind the beat and all I see
Is red
Is red

stop here
Give me all you got here

On, it keeps going on
It's gonna go on
It keeps going on

Some days it just sails on by
And then you never get to try