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In the crib know, we got it smoked out
Nigga say one word, we gone bring all the locs out
He gon' go in the house when he find out his hoe out

For the benefits they come thru
When you don't got it, Who gone ride
Don't know if you really for me
Had no loyalty aside
Just worried about my comma's

some weight
At the time that the fiends
Was getting off bait
I’ve been up for three days
I’m still wide awake
When you start to cook crack
That’s

off V, he know that's me, Lil' Bruh been speakin' 0-2-3
I down my ski, he get the run, he think he sweet til' I push this button
Mali tryna go hard,

till we all paid
You in good hands like it's all state
Play with me and get touched like a bald fade
I'll kick down the door of the crawl space
Cuz my

her bout some in n out
Replied close the door behind
Gassed beater Acura completed drive by 
Ritz shuttin' Gen down 
Sip of beer let me how hatin' out

On God
By: Luvinnia Flowers

This a Psa.
Dont you ever silence your praise when you have a relationship with god. People gone try to judge you but

Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move

I ain't turn my head
I jumped off the porch learn how to swim to get this bread
I'm just a south side nigga, trying to get them figures
Stay down till

three
Remember watching Road Runner go
Beep Beep
And all the Monte Carlos driving down the
Street Street
And I don't think I know how to 
Be Be
But we

the Blues

I'm betrayed
By every sunrise
I make my confession in
A thousand rooms
Tell my secrets to the carpet
When all I really want
Is you

Every sunset's

yours, you can let it pass (check it out)
Or take part, regardless, this is where it starts (yeah)

Before I'm gone, before I'm old
Before I'm big into

about three more
As many mixtapes I ain't heard from you Eeyores
I think I'm more Primo than Primo
Say my shit ain't no shit with no team, though
Fuck

lives are not all that we hoped for,
 Po-lice know I’m something on the radar
I guess I’ll wind down my window and keep my plates up
Shut up, when I’m

Go

I'm gonna burn you down
You'll feel the greatest pain
Hell will soon be your new home
Fire will surround you
You can't escape
You're too late

scholarships
The reality im livin it
They say they got love but it aint intimate
If you start it better finish it
Funny the fake partake only when they benefit

the morning
And I see my TV floating
Say "Put down my TV homie"
Man How you see me? Your teeth are glowing

They Know when I'm leavin town they go in
And steal

We Get It

MC Eiht

Tha8t'z Gangsta

key or the Chevy Impala
Tight grip on my dick like a ??
When I bust
You turn at 9 I'm gon' burn
Taking over ya block got cash to earn
y'all learn ya

hey test me if I give a damn, like George W. Bush
I keep thirty years younger than what I am, day by day I’m about to
Play some counterstrike,

a reply
Pull up at his house and I got the .45
Kick down his door, bring him dead or alive
Take him out his house whenever I come around
Open up the door

but perhaps it was for our safety.
	ROSE
She's right. Charles and his mercenaries had completely overrun this area when we left.
HERSCHEL
By placing us

Everyday

Bizzy Bone

Revival

2012

Second I'm out on the hustle I sit and I guzzle hopin' reality'll
Pass me by, right on by and I'm not gonna sit and lie how a my life
Has been at fine I

know some real G's never shot or threw up a sign
But could kill three niggaz, just by using a line
And I, stay in my lane, so usually I'm
Writing rhymes,

of the night
Did you see me in the bushes? I was stalking you, nice
Now I'm in the kitchen and I'm grabbin' a knife
Move down to the hallway, hear you in