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If you want to parly
Just jump your ass in the trunk
Pull out the blunt
Then light it on up
Lay it on back
And and get fucked up
As soon as you hit it

roof
Got a couple screws loose
I’m a little coo coo
End up in the news soon
Show up to your crib
While your kid
Is watching blues clues
I’ve been on my

to parly
Just jump your ass in the truck
Pull out the blunt
Then light it on up
Lay it on back
And and get fucked up
As soon as you hit it
You hear your

ain't grow up poor so my
Homies run a badge at me
Then my father died, 16
I'm the man of the house
Pullin' them cameras out
Looking up at God like hear me

shite I've had to listen to day in
And out at all me lunch breaks on the site surrounded
By a load bums that run their mouths brown's 
All I hear and now

on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
 
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but

means
Necessary by February it'll be a new situation for me
My headphones on
Playing my song
I don't mean no harm
Its just been a long day, I would rather

Back on the ropes in the ring, I could only swing
Trying to find some light to fight the dark that stays deep within
This world can drive you mad

I don't need any distraction
While directing traffic trying to gain my traction
Turnin words into a fucking action
This what happens when the kid is

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

[Manley Musa]
Yo, what? What? Run kid, run!
You should break North for thinkin with your's
Send out track signed sincerely hardcore
Throw you in

his sacks up
I'm on the fritz like a llama for the pack up
New flicks, new bitch, I
Said, "lights, camera, action"
12-guage shotty to his tummy, nigga

the woman and baby don't sit right with me, He hit a alleyway, he almost ran into the cops
They got they light on
And they searching all down the block
That

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

stones at poor victims
The fruits bitten
By now you already know what it is when the truth's spitting
Gotchyu squinting, thinking, all light dims when

the new lane
So fuck the cool thang
My niggas wildin
And we stylin but we keep
True man
This right here be that mothafuckin anthem
Got ya mommy
Ya auntie

(Don't Blink)
We taking it by force
With hostile intentions
Hostile
Hostile, yeah
(Hostile)
(Councel)
(Hostile) 
(Hostile)
You don't know left from

reckless / now mix it in with the Cali livin and digest it/ now hug the vegas blocks for months and get a new perspective/ I become the rhyme with

a
Kid's park, post their block, no envelope
In my hood, can't lie in bait
Dodge cams and hide my face taking risk
Won't lie it's flames but we
Still trip

what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
What, all day
The new kid in the biz is beating em off the block
Corner left back like brother, little Ox
In

barking up the wrong tree
Arf arf
That's all you do bitch
You get under my skin
Like a bad tattoo itch

Go learn a new trick
I just shit on your rugs
You

nigga
What's happenin'
Said he want war
But I knew he wasn't bout that action
Nah, he won't front on my faction
Boy, when I looked in his eyes
Swear I

by my near side
Slangin' iron, then some

Vivid dreams about my life
Death, wealth, me shining bright
Inadequacy
Finding balance within the limelight

Oh- oo- oh
I need to know
Baby if I be myself
Will you judge me
When time passes by
Baby will you still love me

She hit up my line and she tell me

ripped me off, I'm not sore about it
'Cause they're the new kid on the block
And I used to be hot
Now I'm not like a burnt out whip
Miracle of Sound,