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a pringle coz my single hit will start sh*t
I come tight like pussy early in da morning
N I aint in for quickies I would rather have your pussy burning

If it

niggaz ain't sleep at all
Everybody out on the block, stay ducking them laws
A couple niggaz on parole, hustling by the sto'
I'm telling that ain't

to everybody walkin' by
Throw your elves in the air if you high

All my ladies and mens this evening
We can do this all night
All my ladies and mens this evening

walkin'
Hit the car, start coughin'
Shoplifter get off, I'm bustin' the dodger
I'll B&B y'all from N.O. to L.A.
You ain't lookin' for me, cause you know me

dats dat Marilyn Manson
Had to hustle thru bone gristle got get it by any means
All these haters and enemies
Really want to be mini mes
Burning bridges

road
Find my space n then it's time to go
I caint kick it wit u like the Dynamo
Cause I'm out in space like a Astro
Pops taugh me how to stack dough

put'n in the work Then you ain't getting paid

NO Nope I don't do no hand outs
Ya hustle whack that's why you broke Put ya hand down
Elevate ya hustle

Making shit up man you know I wouldn't lie to you
Uh damn Bitch wild n out got me pleading the fifth
8 hit her once told her ass get a lift
Been grinding

the trash where they found you
Used to listen to all your garbage, now im sound proof
Volume by the pound, i be turnin up the loud dude
My highs turn to lows,

How's life?
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
How's life? Me I'm coasting
Chillin in the crib by myself I'm toasted
The world outside be doin the most
people losin

a joke
Greek letters to signify you rich I'm broke
So let it soak in caloakial cloaks
Little mom n pop clique driven
Hipster hoax take some notes
Orange

uno by uno, I pull your cards, you and your N***** might be next
Trying to step on my goals, you gon’ end up breaking your leg

Rapping be taking off

funny cause I always listen to you

2 for 60 I sell em by the twos

But since you here chatting im taxing you

Cold Game records for the record

Move like

And I ain't even playin, just ask my clique
You know my steez, trying to get real A-Town
Got that or either got sump'n to give away
Big feet

Don't Be a 304

AMG

Trespass [Original Soundtrack Clean]

1992

didn't know, that I would know, so many is good hoes
By the look that you chose, you're undercover pros
Praise the Lord, bless your soul
In your Gap

really got no conscience
I puke these lyrics unconscious
Gobbled up the souls of Biggie and PAC
With a little bit of Bone Thugs
Now shit's hot
Dropped

dome
F&N we shoot too long, 223 we break his bone
And I be in my head too much
Gang tell me that I clutch too much
Them pass wars got me all fucked up

and smell the coffee before you get roasted n blended
Over pretending that we were ever friends
I’ll make you never ever want to write a bar again
I write ma

Don't Be a 304

AMG

Trespass [Original Soundtrack]

1992

didn't know, that I would know, so many is good hoes
By the look that you chose, you're undercover pros
Praise the Lord, bless your soul
In your Gap

scarred me for life 

I thought of not seeing my brother 

Shit feel like a nigga 

Done shattered a bone 

But you know I keep one in the head 

For Niggas

Ready to kill N turn man ghost
U can ask shh is mom i got him down but i ain't the one to boast
Kick down doors step on toes clear out all these gems

abusing marijuana
You're the one dude
But one false move and you're a goner
Social loner flesh and bone paragon
Bringing in the new year with the twilight

(man I hope)
Don't debate I got so many reason (so many)
They gon' lead you to die by next season (awh)

Never waver colder than a stone (cold)
They be

to marry you
now you apologizing promising compromising
I don’t do no second chances you ain’t qualifying 
imma stop lying and let what we have start dying