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the better if I'm changing, when it's money signs in my eyes it be dangerous
caught bro by surprise, Issa skull in my eyes, Big bro said wait, so I'm in

I'm a solider i felt major pain
Imma stay by yo side through the rain
Niggas do anything for the fame
And thats my lil shorty (Huh)
Shawty on go with

keep my hair Faded
Why her face always up in my lap when I be Meditating
40 on me I don't miss unless it's my nigga Nero
Ima keep repping Deepside cause

Searching the bottom of this bottle
Tryna look for the devil
I got a problem
I think somebody needs to address
Smoking cigs by the pack
Prolly die from

Tell Bama they ain’t fuckin with us
This that 40 out the bag
This that shorty in the passenger
Rolling up
Leather sandals/ Sunglasses
That
Selling Os by

getaway but first I go to sit and wait
Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake
Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
By no

I could wish for
It would be more
Years to your life 
And more life to your years
Unbothered by fear 
Creating peace comprehending 
Taking risks

Well sometimes I get lonely
Even though it's only been a good forty five minutes since I left your house
And I can't help from feeling like I'm tired

pants em
Never get the chance um

40 in the coupe
Low mileage
Stache fleek 
Just went to the stylist

Party in the back
I'm billy ray cyrus
Feeling like

to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right then and there
I had

on some cooler shit 
But my tooler spit, makes your hoes do a manula spin
Shit I chip em off, ship em off tommorrow
If they don't come back with my money by

streets so cold
Yeah its a humid 90 out
But keep a .40 for a throw
Niggas cut throat
And a bitch a set you up to die
Be wise the Company you keep or
It'll

[Intro: U-God]
By the time I'm finished, you gon' be a fan, muthafucka
Trust me when I tell you

[U-God:]
I kick back, retire mics, take rap

My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]

[Woodie]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas,

neighborhood, a/k/a the Asphalt Killing Fields
I can't stay
I just can't stay away
Now as I cruise by the park, niggas hit me up
And since I'm true to mine,

less and I pop 'em in the basement
And I feel these lyrics writing by themselves ay
Cause I do it over and over, word with passion
I'm always wanting

to the murder scene
Was emergency surgery
In the bed of hospitals
Gettin' hospice
You're seen by doctors
Then put on oxygen
Run amok
While your family's watching

choose
i think we prove you got nothing to lose
by following us - in my tongue i trust
to get done what we must swirls of reddust behind me
so hard to find

One, fives, and tens
No high denominations, won't fly by the Feds
Still I got the flow safe
With mo' Benjy's than the sugar in yo' cupcake ass, so
tell

rollin on swiss-cheese. 
Got me so blissed with a sip of this 4-0 
Smoke up a J then I smokes up one mo. 
My watch is in high timez, smellin like

Looking For Suzanne

Bob is a trucker out in Phoenix,
He drives that 40 once a week at least,
And lately when he's headed out to Tenessee
He thinks

pop one just to chill
But like a 40 on girl, I need you by hip
I dont need you no more ay
Said i dont need you more ay
I just need this money thats more

a drill or practice 
The pastors been packing pistols
As masked cowards empowered by bags of powder get louder durin' after hours without a doubt 
They out

hear the cars roll by,
Out on four forty one like
Waves crashing on the beach,
And for one des'rate moment there
He crept back in her memory
God, it's so