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whenever it gets so frigid
Gonna double up collecting crypto digits
You know when Chris flow gonna spit dope vivid
Wrote his own lyrics roll to his show

Trapped

Buckshot

The BDI Thug [Expanded]

1999

Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to come
Lay back as I kick some lyrics from my dia-

day by day
And you know I'm here to stake my claim
And after that I'm finna BREAK the game
I ain't taking names because I really couldn't care less who

Where the fuck do i belong?
Am i wrong? For trying to not make songs
But make a scenario of lyrics for your stereo 
Dont give a fuck about appearance

Questions and Answers

El Da Sensei

Relax, Relate, Release

2002

you get the picture
You had to have lyrics and plus hot beats to get the mixture
As always you had to have the ill DJ
Technician with precision, switch

played by thots
Her comments in my head is it fun? Its not
It's been a damn year and still locked in fear
She said she'd make me shine but she bit me in

Play "bulletproof baby"
On apple music
Lyrics for bulletproof baby by silvana imam
I know you ain't gonna back down on us now that we need you
I want

to silver and gold
Got dang
Do I make my parents proud
A deacon's son but took my lyrics a whole different route
Does me contemplating suicide uncomfortably

I’m spitting it, never slip in a bitch
When I dip quick in it, been a hot quick minute since I spit sick lyrics
A legit motherfucker trying to stack my

quotin' myself
The soul is a spirit floatin' in the lyrics
Guess I ghostwrote it myself
Gettin' loaded to the point I ain't controllin' myself
Couple

this music to influence and inspire
But this culture's full of vultures, so I hope that you are tired
Of mindless shit, 'cause my descriptive lyrics hit

pump
My automatic keeps spittin' chambered rounds just for fun
These lyrics hit with the intent to take 'em out all at once
That's why Fiona wrote her

This is something you can't run from - An Eruption
This MILAB tape exists solely to wake
The people up by introducing, through this music that I make,

cryptic lyrics keep it real I wish you’d understand
Back in SJPS spent 14 years
Some of the best of the friends I would ever have I guess it’s still weird

Here's my butt you can kiss it, I don't care if they are dissing
They been hating all my life I'm just living how I'm living
Chosen by the Spirit
Love it

December cold as hell dodgin' ice
I had Pharrell in my headphones sayin' we gon be alright, ah

Now I'm doing what I like
Workin' makin' money puttin' lyrics

listened to the team jus tellin me to chase ur dream not emotion
Tried to fuck the ambition clean outta me i ain't know it
Wait, but here I am
Guided by

feel when I say I'm independent
I own stock and Glock now I'm really with the bidness
I'm silly with the penmanship I kill 'em with the lyrics yeah

to sit here bothered by my haters
I got no time nigga
I got a notebook full of lyrics on my lap
I got a city full of pain on my back
And they say "yeah I

one foot out, me and B then it's a cookout
Turn it up, apply the pressure, .45 that's by the dresser
All these rappers cappers, I should put them

it's murder, I'm a server

Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society

Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble

Wrap

about the lyrics
Damn
I had to let it breathe
Flows cold but man this shit sound so heavenly
Ask the world how will you remember me yeah
(Ask the world

Of Ethel Bobcat. &More..&More

Verse One - Donn T

What a waste of time,
When you seem to let all of your innocence pass you by.
I couldn't see the tragedy

for my family
You better speak on my name properly
go fill these lyrics in your artery
And don't compare me to nobody
because you know I am a prodigy