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Voice of a slave came from
A tedious way I rather die
A free man like Huey than
Die as a slave lab rat who
Emancipated out of the
Maze Writing this

Out the way laying low
Thuggin on the road
You know I been on the go
Tell me what you feeling
You know I already know
Looking like you need it
By

the what ifs we could work it out

Lookin at the stars baby they so bright
Fallin in love by the end of the night
Tell me that it's wrong why it feel so

thats how it goes when you choose to shoot high in the top like a plane
Signed up for fighting im ready for bruises i'll get out the cage even if my rib

him (glory to God)
But too long is too much we have to go back
Just like the prodigal son (glory to God)
Yea, I got it
I got the invitation to stay

commas, amongst the Fam divide it
Thats plan even if we in 6th place, 6th sense tell me no fakes around us
Hoes in my faces, tell em all hop up out it, my

commas, amongst the Fam divide it
Thats plan even if we in 6th place, 6th sense tell me no fakes around us
Hoes in my faces, tell em all hop up out it, my

that we light but follow darkness

Green lights never stopping

Heartz of Men want their problems

Im far from source but the search for it brought me

ya, dancing in the corner by yourself
I needed to come and get you near
How you feeling? Call me Doz. I don't mean to impose
If you ain't want me here

I'm up early in the morning, wake and bakin' a spliff
Just like a North Bay wildfire, I'm keepin it lit
Unpacked the zip, pulled out a bit, breaking

aint by side
I guess if this shit don't work out we gone be alright
Shit
Maybe I'm tripping
Shoot my shot at you like Scotty Pippin
Before I met you girl

Welcome to my Creep show 
See all kinds of people
Bitches doin splits 
Sword swallowing they deep throats
Looking like a freak show 
This aint for

Ei L.A.

Lil Scrappy

The King of Crunk & BME Recordings Present: Trillville

2004

and shit (OK)
A lot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (OK)
Get out on our feet (OK)

[Chorus: x2]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta

to the G code
Black superhero fly like an eagle all that we know
For my people

Woke up in the morning
Sun shines through my window
Singing to me all day
I

got me a job
Whispers down the corridor, sounding like backup plans
Had a talk, shook his hand, Oscar says my mans
We work an honest game, ain't no room

You already know the code man Imma punch one in before I go on to the next Destination
I gotta bounce in like 40 minutes but shit
You know on that

some more of that
Run it back, run it back

I got a good girl by my side
Bad bitch in my ride
And I know just what she like, she gonna
Blow up my phone

Niggas damn near thirty
Still rapping like they sixteen or fifteen
I spit shit that sweep four or six teams
He ain't come with green, so I ain't spit

Why that bitch act like she into me?
She tryna take all my energy
Stop sayin' twin lil bitch, you ain't no kin to me
I just been searchin' for inner

out all this fucken mess we are gonna need a damn towel
Never mind the mother fucking towel we are gonna need a sham wow

Yeah you want it hard you want

you bugging
I just keep them commas coming
fuh fuh fuh fuh fuck I aint mean to do all that cussing
But shouts out to my brethren
Got nigo to make my

Yo listen up to what I got burning
Lying to our face when we're supposed to be learning
The facts that put us where we are are kicked to the curb

mumble rap
Props to all the youngstas that are poppin like some bubble wrap 
Good to see our people eatin food instead of struggle raps 
Time to pass

we had
Even for one night
Starting from the fact
That I had to cut you out my life
U Stabbing on my back
Switching lanes
Demon time
Made me fade away