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feel when I sprout
Feel like I could take the world and zip tie up it's mouth
Maybe make a couple g's and finally buy a nice house
Then just give it

skin
You look into my eyes
I think that you win

Now look I have to to be real with you
I'm not into dudes
You seem really nice though
I'd hang out with

fire starter yeah thats pure facts
Shall I kill tracks, go and chase racks
Hit the block with contraband and get off young packs
Pimp me two rats get me

with peak plans
Jakes dem skrring the ends in pig vans
Nice kids getting involved with big gangs
And revolvers ready to roll and click bang
I wanna

That's not the way it's suppose to go
But that's how we did it
I know
I know
That's not the way it's suppose to go
But that's how we did it
I know
I

in God is an understatement
There's truth to the cliche, 'Life's what you make it'
I might rock a nice lil bracelet, I'm not known for icing up like

Yup it's tvk
Young kid play some VLA 
Yo chick thick, she feed me trays
Peaches in the chat, that's PDA

I'm so cray, see me slay
Fake n*ggas all day

your strip at you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga
I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put

They talk nice, but I still hear deceit (Woah)
Get two options and I'm passing by the greed (Pass) (Wooh)
Told 'em all fast it's not what you need

set is what makes you poor, it makes you fuckin broke and fucking peasant

It’s not pleasant, 
Being unpleasant 
It wasn’t my intention 
I just got

Echo

Nas

POISON

2018

fresh, yeah
Came back, goddamn, double breast, yeah
The suit, that is, the suit, that is
I'm tryin' to make a building for the kids that is
I'm it's

the art of the chop
This is way before SP's and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started to bloom and blossom
And masters ready for

too loud
I've never been too comfortable in a crowd
I'm ready to leave now, how bout you?
We can go and hop back in my car
Got a half-tank of gas and I

the fuck’d I do
I’m not in your head
Unless you’re bumping to
A track or two
Was it something I said
I don’t remember dude
Last winter flew
Like a hawk
When I

Sucker Punch
How does it feel to hit and
Get murdered
You’re not ready
Now be quiet on that corner
Cover your face it's been awhile
Since we saw you play

into pieces
You kno im the only one you feel complete with
And I feel bad, a little guilty for the things I did
You not ready but you almost was

care if I make it or not
Just whether the plate has bacon or not
This a warning, I'm not performing to warrant applause
I get free singing by myself in

don't touch kids and I got a dick like a pencil
Sensible no I'm a fuck head
I'm not gay but pay me and I will give head
Dickhead, Big Boy never makes

Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't

I hope that someday I could be successful
Every time a song is written, it is on another level
And I'm never gonna quit until I'm ready to settle

the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there

The scene's appealing revealing weird feelings
Make you forget about what you believing
Another chick chilling against the wall
Flashing her boobs legs spread

ready for nice Surprise 
Youll find Im a different breed I Need to feed
Freed up I am on target so wipe Away your regret no stress not Here to impress

on this Happy holidaze
Baby My hopes on Display
It's fitting for this
Cold and Hopeless night
As long as I got you by my side
Now make it right

hearing it