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the stew late at night with a couple hoes
Finna pour a whole six with my purple Fanta

Green and red beam on a Glock
You get struck by Santa
Got this one

Tear It Up

Magic

On My Own

2003

with mine, nigga I ain't the one you should beef with
I keep's my bitch and, that ain't the one that I sleep with
Am I still a soldier, nah you could

another zone 
Tryna by my moms a home 
That's the type of shit I'm on 
Or maybe buy a Benz 
And party hard wit my friends 
It's btm we bound to win 
And I

though you hate me
You won't veto it
Constantly top choice with the voice of gold
Don't carry brown cents but got
A green money roll
In my pocket like

when I bite into a York peppermint patty
I'm batty
I'm needin' new frontier to conquer
'Cause in rap, there's more toys than Tonka
Like a tumor

the ones to start 'em
Bag of honey roasted
Got the mexicoke
Belted in the cutlass
Dodgin ready to go
Gold flake patina
Early bird day dreamer
If you know

green, my money color-coded
20k for the back end, I let my brother hold it

If your bitch with me, she like a chair, she gettin' folded
I got thoughts

Ain't no way to stop myself, 
Grindin' day n' night, 
Gotta keep on runnin'

Made it by my own and 
I don't want no fake friends around me
If you fuck

Empty the Clip

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

Somebody should have told them fuckin'
With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends
Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic
Thought through my brain waves

the line
Some days we grow
Some days we die
The future's told
A glassy eye
When we're not sposed
To hear it why
Did we open
Our mouths tonight
So flip me up

a headshot
All day scooping dog shit
Like I'm Craig's pops
Been the scam star, bitch
I'm feeling like the vet now (Scam star)
Pop out with that twelve gauge

meant for me
He ain't on my level mentally
I ain't worried bout that boy he no enemy
I think making money is my destiny
I feel like Malcolm I get it by

doubled over in tears, they point howl beat on me on tour
Wowed by the scenery and what it mean to be a second class citizen 
See why they wrote the Green

me glowin' Even at night I still can't sleep
Try to close my eyes and still see green Remember that day red beams at three
By the age of 4  PTSD

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Plus, a Bullet for your Valentine
I give them 3 Days Grace
Best know that I be back for mine
Wow, what a Green Day
It was a Black Sabbath
Now I hit

crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my

brother's mother tongue
philaphaphica is a riot that laughs in the day-to-day business
amen (amen)
negative (negative)
three names of Names
I try and try

and the hurt like they stars and they lead to the north
I could be yo wise man but you'd heed words
I could redefine love but you'd never give your's
I can wait

a laugh 
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate

I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up

like a rave in a graze
They be lookin for the age in the face
Am I fading away by the day
Re attain
By the page to relate
what I been through
Back like

Or spark one last Marlboro breath
I never agreed with the political elite
I lived to see the day they admit defeat
Well take them losers by their feet
Throw

to smell roses, suppose I'm still owned by the hustle
Slowin' my stride feel almost like I'm dying
And sleep feel like askin' the reaper to cuddle
Woke up in

to self every day, killy fleshly motives
With the bomb bae, mission is explosive
Fires of our faith to ignite the soldiers

You say you're making the rain