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the cell with killers mixed with thieves 
(hold on) I be blowing like i'm with the leaves, get to smoking something potent when i hit the trees, so impulsive

Trap grammy trap grammy

Uh-huh yeah

Say what you’re feeling like get some real advice by the nigga like
But it could end tonight let’s pull up

and once you loose focus goals become the hardest to achieve 


Everything comes and goes like the wind when it blows the storm has hit and that i know

the Killer  when I'm Killing the Bill 
Not fitting the bill , feeling the ill  when I'm instilling  the chills  
Still not feeling fulfilled , milling about

Ain’t shit cheap
Ain’t shit sweet

All my money straight 
Yea I like my money neat

Hollow tips I’ll feed 
And They comin by 3’s

Don’t nobody move

Double tap that ass shootin shots I say pour four

The ones l love Id go to war for 

Dusk to dawn move the knight to c4

In line to blow up like a king

mastered the way (Huh)
No taijutsu brodie fighting a case
Catch us luck less that's the reason we train
I've got a King by my side
Ace always down when we

steppin for me nd dat shit stamped all my niggas ride around wit a pole

To be honest i just need you to kno dat you aint the only one thatll blow

Splashing water when I walk in that bitch
Ima king couldn't tell by the drip?
God on my side so don't make me sin
Mj six rings I'm tryna win
Yea yea you makin

We could meet at the hotel
I got told on by my closest dawg that I know well
Rap game turned to bunch of coke heads, bunch of old heads, couple new

gunfire 
Ain’t no witnesses because everybody dien
And ain’t nobody riding for me so I stay by it 
And all this pillow talk got lil nigguhs riding, knock

to the point where I'm learning to accept it
I'd be lying if I said it doesn't get to me
Cus I'm surrounded by these people who envy me
And I can see it in their

You think I don't got shit left but you, I know that you ain't shit, bitch I know you
know it too
Neck up when I spark, I don't ever blow at shoes
I

Gun Rule

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

Jersey's turnpike
I send a kite, wit a hundred in your money order
Hol' it down in your cage see you back at headquarters
Everything is fine LA blow spots

the past
Something to blast
Do it right in front of your staff
Still coming with the coldest shit
We unload the clip
So peep game I got blows to spit yeah

I step around it with strider steps
Pacifist nigga, suddenly turning activist
The story of your life
Got altered by the antagonist
Desensitized to all

and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that

vein
Keep them wolves on his back like he Grizzly Adams
I get rejected by a chick, I throw my whiskey at 'em
Your best friend will curse you out like,

laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's

sobbing from hiccups and vomit his liver (What?)
You wanna blow up? Stop gobbling liquor and probably consider
Plottin' some shit up to get popular

and everyone of his boys involved
Nobody ain't gonna be avoiding blows
When I let off, I'll lick P Money's head off
I'm a serial killer, he's Kellogg's
I'll put

hoe (you's a bitch) 
If you a lame then you can't hang you gotta go
I was raised up by some niggas kickin' doors
Junkie hit the door he lookin' for

by, still I try
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo)
You can touch it, smell it, taste it
So sweet (Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

nobody to blow for me 
Ain't nobody XXX for me 
Answer the phone or wrote to me 
Say I’m comin’ in too late 
They don’t wanna answer the door for me 
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