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of Tic Tacs
Proceed to Tap Dat
Then I get my dick trapped
Oh
Walking down the road I see a cat flap
Tempted by the colour it's purple and I like that
When

dawg
Stop pissing me dawg
Week in, week out, watching me blow out
I don't like fake friends, you gon be on time out
I do my own shit, shut the fuck up

a wild boy, plow boy, make my own style boy

Run a hundred miles just to slap you in your mouth boy
Cowboy? Nah, that ain't it
Why would I ride a horse

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em

really get paid"
There I was waiting, feeling impatient
Thinking I ain't never gonna blow, let's face it
I hate this job, tired of my town
Woman that I

from the mall, now I got to go
They watched me ball til I fall, now I'm boutta blow
Mad Max in this ho cuz we on yo ass, like you left some crumbs
Make

mile
Pinching pennies all the time
Never dropping dimes
F a 9-5 I'm tryna make it off my rhymes
I'm like a student who was truant plenty days to class

cream on your lips
Girl your flavor don't exist
You light a bomb when you blow a kiss
Alphabetically, girl it's you and me
I'm hypnotized by your hips

to blow on emotion
We splurged the Gardens happy
Cause I could only afford the H&M and Mandee & that 20-20 from Applebee's
Shopping out of season
The days

rope on my neck got me up inna choke

Bomb on these niggas im ready to blow

Ain no coke smoke keep me ready to go 

Ain no cope set all my pain in

kno the odds against me
448 on the clock is how I feed the family
Yea Or else I'm pushing on da interstate
By any means I'm making it shake
Make sure my

a case in Fulton County on my own, my nigga
Got caught with four niggas
Fought it by my lonesome, nigga
Petty possession, bad bust, just charge me, Doli,

uncommon, yeah

She the type of girl to ride or die for me
If I lost everything she'd stand by me
She loyal, I know she got love for me
If it was time to put

at the steps every mile
Follow thru my problems to provado yall dull
Keep the game fresh tight like I just remodeled
Clean like château Margaux then I blow up

people say I gotta watch my tongue
Revenge that kid with a dirty k
Head shot once no sun today
Drive by shot no chik fil A
Draco got not damn relay
Tell my

and Holy Spirit
I hold you nearest
My best friend, (Best friend)
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, (Best

here let on don't show
Keeping it quiet so that they don't know
Feelin like a fuse 'cause I'm about to blow
I think I'm stuck, shoveling the snow
Might

California

Lil Rob

The Album

2002

hallucinate
Double up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no room
Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump

I was raised in

the curtains are pulled

You like it when they get excited by the dirtiest shows

We putting out while this vibrator's curling your toes

You can pretend there's

all fall down
They will all bow down
We know no bounds

Listenin' to Onyx, I'm slammin' like I'm demonic,
I'm father to a by-product of my neurotic,

of this widespread chaos
About to blow like the sextet of Miles Dave-ahs
Thought from the Illafive on the Phar-cidic
The blizzard isotona rap style, y'all

I left the old me hanging by the neck
Light a candle rest in peace
They spoke like they know best when disgused by the hate it blends so easily
I

state
Think of what people go through and annotate 

Always been hated on by clout chasers
Ain't never got motivation
Why is my life full of haters
Does

I came from nothing my nigga
So I gotta get it by any means 
You should watch out
I plan to ball wit my niggas
And take care of business
Don't worry