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(It's coming)
(It's coming)
(It's coming)

And you walk past three different sandwich places 
And you think about that time 
In the little

Keep the Change

Yo Gotti

Fried Turkey

2013

of OG. Yeah, I go berserk. That's three fifty, twelve hundred, or fifty. For what it's worth. Yo, for what it's worth you want a quarter ounce. Ninety nine

the new red
The Spirit and the Sword
Got me workin' on my two-step 
Flowin' like a rasti 
Dance like Jamiroquai
Speakin' simple English 
But they actin'

niggas tryna live off my back ends
And we scream fuck Supreme
Louie V to my feet got Buscemis I'm locking my passion
When you ballin' they start

facts
If the boys spot you
Don’t know jack
So long Dax huh
Great hits on the way
Fly coops by the sidewalk
Let you know who paid
With that drug money

Boxing, now they're feeling McGregor
I took her to the house phone and keys by the dresser
She's gone by the morning can't be missing my lecture
I mean, I

if I'd have known what was comin
I'd have kept out there lookin' for his gun
The cover, it was three dollars, it was cheaper than sin
Figured they kept

of hearing them same old lies
They're trying to lead us to our demise
By having these industry spies conspire to ruin our lives
Pushing hidden agendas meant

not a matador hungry like
Jamba juices infested by carnivors
Lord, your slicktalk will have you
Knockin' on heavens gate
We see through your front like

I dream to paint that house red
To them I'm a threat
You can bet, like that suit
And tie that you're wearing
I'm at your neck
Yeah, I'm on your head

Midwest Swinging

Big Ward

Vol. 1: Family Input

2002

blunts and be high for three days
You can tell by the way i walk i ain't from 'round hurr (here)
Probably couldn't tell 'cause i ain't walkin nowhurr

Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby

and you thought I was gonna die,
That's why you left through the hard times,
Trust me,
Walked through hell by myself and I’d do it all again,
Used to hold

shit like it's call of duty
If there's friendly fire I be bullet proof
Push it to the max so I call recruits
Make their noses red when I shoot their

no makeup
And You could look her name up
It starts with a J
Red Bordeaux sipping might do Chardonnay
Or We can go on a date
I got immaculate taste
Oud

Turn into Killaz

Prophet Posse

Body Parts

1998

Chorus x3
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Is, is my

the red eight? 

Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head straight 

When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolen 

Drinkin and blowin

rap but I can't rap what I did
Gotta watch how I move cause I'll rap what I live
Take his body then drop him down by the river
Still fuck 12, we don't

With my feet up
By the shoreline
Trust you ain't smoking like me
Unless you know a grower
I knocked ya bitch
Fucked her once
Now I act like
I don't know

darling,
Lovely Almi.

To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more

creepers
My words'll echo I'm adding the reverb
While out on streets there was lots of racquet
In the back we'd practice Shaq's gift
But outta eighty three

Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)

I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)

begun

So one day three clowns came here dressed in red

Followed by a circus and a lady in white

Then everything here has changed

Now ask to the Stork

a cactus
No lights in the crib
Red light on the ratchet
Eight balls on the block
But the 40's was only jackets
Before there was 3 of us on the same mattress