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wanna slit a wrist like
Tick tick
Times up, get off my dick nigga 
Flip flip 
Climb up, get on my lift nigga 
Dip dip dog shit you are not it nigga
Run

Imma Pop it off

So tell that nigga far as chance he Could knock it off

I want you coming out them pants even  Socks and all
 
Holding on ya hands while

barter off all my particles,
Stormitive does make it quite artful.
Though she may be so far from skillful,
I get feelings of a great anthill (Yes!)
cnd

off a dinner-plate like I was given steak. Why are you twisting fate?
Cut-throat to the max
Don't Give A Fuck-mode to the utmost in a flash
I want to be

unless I'm taking off with you
When I was down at the bottom
Really thought I'd break, but girl, you helped me find the truth
Yeah, the truth is, don't

know why you still at my crib
Get back together I'm yelling out rip (RIP)
RIP to the things that we did
Stay to myself I be off the grid
Don't got time

my demons were torched
My genes was reinforced by me pingin' off on a cerebral horse
Indeed the Lord he dipped me in seasoning salt
Don't push me I

Said likkle pussy weh deh deh
When Hennessey pop ready fi chat
Lift him head like the Hennessey cap
Off of the Hennessey black (rah)
Right now me hungry

jam, kill off your rave
duppy off dances, so screw up your face 
smoking on plants, insane in the brain
nuts in the mind, sick in the face.
too many bad

Tattoo

Legit Ballaz

Legit Ballaz Respect the Game, Vol. 3

2003

bezel that lift up
Blinding them ?booshy? hoes
I bends through the Gucci store
Grinning, Sprewells spinning, but I'm standing still
Man trying to call

ready to be off

I come through holding on your handles
You love it when I lean back and lift you up
I spent a few grand when I picked you up
You hate

Had to Be Loc'd

South Central Cartel

N Gatz We Truss

1994

to die nigga why nigga if you try
I might smoke cause I'm loc'd off the endo
south central style brake 'em like a window
huhh , who gives a damn nigga run

D Ruah vor em Bildersturm, los zua, wenn dr Pilger kunnt
gnuag vu da Filter und falscha Hoffniga, Kopfficka
trotziga Off-Stimma fordernd aswo us em

they hate you you're a vegetable
You're just a buffet you're a vegetable
They eat off of you you're a vegetable

Billie jean is always talkin'
When

from a cheque (Cheque, Cheque, Cheque)

Ohh finally to this point I made it
Pronouncing words I don't know I can taste 
Squared off with the game now I

bludaow
Blood out, nothing now to be talking
Sheesh please
Thank you, lift the hat, bend down, bow
Down, stick a dick in your ass, wow
Bloody cut up rectum

Had so many lives I've lived (lived)
Suit and tie, white bitch (hey)
Night before, ran a lift (hey)
Next day, pose for a picture (what? Yeah)
Yeah,

I might take her on a trip

You be good then you get Phipps

You be bad you don’t get shit

I might widen up her hips

Then I give that but a lift

My World Falls Down

Poor Old Lu

Sin

1995

of our stuff, but still fit very well. The beauty of this song might lie in its aggressive nature that soon tapers off. It is at times sing-songy, but then

ain't a freestyle
This a 8 style, you'll think DigDat did it
Take man out, under arm lift it
Rip that ticket, hit that wicket
Have a drink, kick back

Gotta go get it, it’s mine to be had
Shaking off sh*t, ain’t no time to be sad  
Putting in work, went and got me a bag 
And working yo b*tch, got me time

Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches

And nothin less
I wouldn't put death on you

Cause In the end
I never wanna go back to that place again
Lift my chin
I came from the depths of hell
But trynna

the peel
So we peel off on 'em
My girl eating tangerines
Told her when she naked
Shake her body like a tambourine
Bounce on a nigha
Something like