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the motherfuckin' car
And in this room we bring the world war

[007 of the 5th Ward Boyz]
See the Circlepiece be the satellite
From the 5th Ward
Command union, how we

on my toes, stayed on my pivot
They had me sitting way up by Ohio, Mom used to fly in and pull me for visits
I gotta stay moving, how don't you get it

reached 21

You ain't never seen no bullets in the dash
Of a rented car
You're lucky you ain't hit but you still gotta take it back tomorrow
I was hustling

Nowadays they judge you by your status
Your cars and your trainers
Your clothes, but, I was born naked
It's Nines

I don't know how I should feel
Are you

a strait jacket made of rabbits
Surrounded by fake asses made of plastic, and I still hit it

Hook (Grafh)

I get my bricks from Swarovski
From Swarovski
I

a room
With walls that's Damask/
Frame me, how the image fall in frame like I planned it/
My wood hit it rough on the beach I sanded it/
Undeniable wiring

Back to the Grill

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

to the 70's and brothers got on grants
'Cause they can step to some sisters and say "Slap me some skins"

Honey dip, and take the squad to the teepee
Hit it

Grew-up off of Slauson my High school car was stolen
And Baby S's amazing drop off baby at a day's inn
That calligraphy on record they can't read it how I

but he just dozed off
Cook the work as it won’t cook it'self
Gotta hit the block as it won’t sell it'self
No trap house doing numbers
Made a hunnid

nigga, get yo information up
Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs
One day I'ma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz
Credits roll, back

all I think of
Life number 2
5 years old
Hit by a car
Rolled down a driveway
No way
I'm going to school
Lookin like Freddy Kruger today
Shit how I'm

on sight)
Got grade A aim when a Glock
Hit a nigga in his cartilage, eye
(In his cartilage, eye)
You told me you love me, whole time
I'm knowing that shit was

I move, you mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, I ain't walk in a limp
In the hood, and that lady sayin', "50, you hot" 
They

Hippo
Come and get mopped-
By none other than Jane Dough!
Bitch
Lame hoe
You're a weak ass hoe
Fake police reports, tryna take me to court
Keep fallin in

Far From Heaven

Howard Lawrence

The Enemy Inside

2011

easy outgunning his peers

He feels resentment as the group walks by
They laugh at him but who knows why?
Eats his lunch alone in the park

Now all these girls around me fine
Girls changed up I'm surrounded by some dimes 
Damn they know ain't know that I can rhyme
16 sneaking off coronas

Missing Children

Cunninlynguists

Will Rap for Food

on triggers
And I knew for certain if I continued
Living life all simple
Jail would be the only institution I'd be able to get into
So I laced by boots
Hit

you don't eat if you ain't with us sweating in the kitchen 
So I've been taking time with the hits 
Now let this new high settle in
I'm tryna own

hating
In the hood we surrounded by Satan
And it's crazy we want make it out
The police they just want take us out
Count a hunnid I'm fresh off a route

hear-a

Murder, the end of another life
By a drunk in a car, or a gun fight
Now that's wrong but the bullshits right
And day by day, we losin more babies

?bout
Nearly almost hit the floor
?Cause he could tell just by the tread, sides of green, top of red
This stagecoach was the Chevy from next door
He

Through  
Birds by the flocc and you know They wanna get loose 
So ima pop the top and let it do What it do 
Fucc all the talk, You can miss Me with

Independent blessing girl that's what you are
Everytime i look at you its like a shooting star
These niggas serving you looks like you a brand new car
I see you

on anytime that your gone
I put her in a zone until her mind is fully blown
Righting every wrong, Can tell by the way she moan
Been wanting to get it on, Just