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the money, Chase pull up to me and make deposits
This ain't Nick at Nite, I got a Drake on me and I ain't Joshin'
I said, don't be pickin' fights if you ain't

Everyday

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Best of Bone Brothers

2010

and you ain't gotta lose
It's all about the roads that you choose but what is there to do
When your brought up and stung like ooh and I can see your pain

Well guess what lil bitch, you can suck one
Mr. Clynch slam you down to the floor
And guess what, it's because he's a whore
Mr. Clynch is a whore
For any

wells fargo
And thats how far I'll go and you know I'll do it
But they want us out them cunts in a dog house
Shoot up their house cause thats all we know

Please give up on the hope
That you'll get through to me tho
Turn off this shit if im gross.

This is just the way that it goes,
Hand on the wheel and were

created by politicians 
And the weak minded with no ambition 
I keep spittin theres no quitting this a land owner remix
You was right before the prefix

option like a bad read
So you might as well hear my pitch before He rounds 'em up and kills the weeds I came to feed
He gives seed to the sower
His gives

ain't gonna be exactly the same
When they introduce us without his name
So Milton, wherever you are, we hope you miss us!
See, Milton has moved on down

That's when I was grinding out of my mind man I got no sleep
On a team all by myself nobody coached me
Man I swear I lived off 40 ounces and Wawa Hoagies

Nigga this that rich pain
10k for his head you better duck you know I hit brains
Dripped down in designer when I'm spinning I don't dress plain
He

gassed up call her a-t-v
Beat booming out the box, sound like SMGs
Casualties with Weas and Dart on the m-i-c
Cut from another cloth ain't no l-i-e
Man you

that shit make me sick 
We was trying to get rich 
Turn a five and remix 
Double back on that dish 
Turn dat five to a tenth 
Buss it down n den split 

Enough is enough
Listen
Yeah
Tear us down one by one
Nigga never that
Killing all our soldiers, we just frustrated voters
Bebe kid's mindset we ain't

nicks 
Now I push by the O 
Bro told me chill
Cause I'm destined to blow 
I planned for this shit 
Bro i already know 

Never was fed 
Had to get it

bourbon served neat unaffected by ice
Put my product in the marked it perfected my price
Hit my point so many times that they checking the dice
St. Nick I

old driver so lively and quick
Well I knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick

(That's uh... that's me by the way
We're changing the perspective

and step up you'll just get fed cunt
Get jumped by my friends once they come and sesh in the club with intent
In seconds they're sticking their weapons in

behind us, let's be Bonnie and Clyde
When it's time to ride, you might ride or die

And I'ma die by my, uh, fuckin' that beat, mm-hmm
And I'm bendin' her

disappeared (Iced Up Records)

They like 'Vono where you been at?'
Like I done disappeared
I been in the trap with
The junkies selling Britney Spears
They

delete
You audition for roles you starting to act up
I was following my dreams, you laughing you cracked up
It was never a joke, your riddles got me act up

bitch hue heftier 
You a phony you got homies locked Down Struggling to make a hogue
And you wont even help by sending Them a letter ok lets talk about

the list
Like a neurotic Saint Nick
I am the reaper reaping
Creeping up on demons
With an army full of heathens who
Are ready for the same shit
Apocalypse,

touch heat
I'm levels, you wanna be like J.I.D

My dog is tearing you up, piece by piece, that freestyle was weak
Laughin' from the backseat, do we need

(AyJay on the track, so you know I say)

I'm a 90s' baby, I came up drinkin' Act', I don't sip no Par
2023, bro, get in line, there's a wait list