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the groceries
I did three years 'cause this girl I got here for
Passed the Casa, I need Red Bulls
The go-outside boys, you got money, no limit
I matched up

bitch, we can fight or shoot
Them niggas laughed at lil bros, then they replied with, oh, that's cute
But lil bro, he don't go, he walked away cause he

why she keep diggin
I been on my chill, niggas wanna stop livin
Bitch, I'm in and out like a robbery, you get it
One thing I know, I ain't tryna go

Your last missed call was an accident
Feeling terminal, I'd run a sermon for the baddest bitch yuh

Didn't even know that I had you, yet
Now you're

I'm peepin' out the blinds
See shit, peep shit, I be on it all the time

Stay low, grind hard from a seven to a nine
If I did it, you could do it, you

like copy
10-4
Dot told me go get em I said bro
Man These niggas that’s rapping not near close
When I put on they I music I hear ghost
Cuz Ion be seeing

second-hated
By people with two hands
But two faces, shallow cases

Diprosopus, like flus
Let me focus the view
I don't know in which place I will sleep
Pray

to Tavuni
And we're getting off the dock
We could really use some shelter
And by some I mean a lot
So we take a little moment
Asking God where we should go
We

can and
Molly got the money moving
Remaking me move slow
I got ice rich so I'm whipping this
Got a choppa by the front doors
Been here for years I won't

now
I was never class clown
Don't hit my line bitch ion want the check up
Mr young 40 not 30 but his check up
Send him to the doctor like a C-sec cut

door
Just know I leave it unlocked so we can 
Go back and do more 
...
See these nights 
In Lc make it feel 
Like cruising 
These nights in Lc make me

down without a fight refuse to let 'em take away all my stripes
With mixed emotions I need my mama right by my side
And if I'm in trouble I know shorty

I hope the doc doesn't up my dosage

Today I got so fucking angry
At this stupid life my 3 year old son asked
Me what school was like
At first I

homies
When I turned into an artist
Never saw the vision
They were blinded by my hardships
Thought I was too mental
To addicted to the hard shit
Smoking

and this time year round 
Man I'm inside my bag
Just like that 
As fast as a snap 
10 seconds you can make yourself a cool rack 
And the question is how?

Still swing with machete
That's long as Paul Pierce
Let's talk about it, South side, cracks by the sewer
Hustle with my uncle, one- oh- seven got

Weary Eyes

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

just knocked your bitch", "Word up no shit"
Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped
Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack
Chips

of the world, Turcs and Caicos
Pushing thirty, watch the years go by like "where do they go?"
Lay low, universe does its thing when I say so
Still like

spit my pain that shit come out of fear
I might just post up and sip on a beer
Cause its been a long night, but a hell of a year
Now we just smoking

know the words I spoke went and froze it
If they rewrote it to show me they could go toe to toe
I'd overload the voltage so it'd blow a hole through

of the wicked crawl
Begging for their salvation as they stand judged by all
But it's falling on deaf ears, finished after all these years
You think we'd forget

was here 
So I'm up forty-eight hours every day seven hundred thirty days a year 
That's fourteen days every week I don't never sleep just to make it

fate
So I'm baked like a cake
And I'm chillin' by a lake
I'm awake, I'ma rake
In these bills for heaven's sake
I'ma shake up your thoughts like a pair

you'll find your friend as chowder
In Bits and Pieces by The Hatchetman, a Wacko Freak
Screaming Bloody Murder as you Hide and Go Shriek
A Paranoid Night