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dress. 

Telephone is by the bottle which is always by my bed. 

Time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead. 

I will wait here for

Oh Shit!

Culture VI

Elite

2004

afford to be weak

We could be fightin' with fists bustin' ya' grill
You a hothead with no fever suckers ain't ill but nigga
Step into the field where

Tangerine

Vixen

Tangerine

1998

Sometimes she slips into a coma
Nothin' there but the whites of her eyes
And sometimes she tries to brush her teeth
She's busy chasin' invisible

(Know you hate to confess)
(But baby, ooh, you needed me)
Uh, yeah

Go and tell your friends I lost it
If you tell 'em, tell 'em often
Twelve

since the golden age"
- Edo G 'Claimin' Respect 2'

Remember knick knack patty wack give
A dog a bone?
No, don't give 'em nothin' but
The fo' fifth chrome

done and a lot I haven't seen| Well I'm no expert by any means| I've been around enough to know| |Chorus: There's nothing in a bottle| Nothing in a pill|

'round
Commas, decimal points when money in town
Even if I'm sittin' still, I still get around
High as fuck, but your dawg still on the ground still

Lord, if they only knew them nights it took
Burnt candles by the dozen to ignite the soul fire
Sheer energy to release to melt the heart
Mind

But she got too excited, too entitled
Too provided for
Caught the boot then I got super
Sight bro who you hiding for
Call ya boo at night with crew she

the clip, the 22 come out when I rotate the hip
But these niggas don't know about no street shit
Don't know nothin' about me, shit
Back when I didn't have

Cold Front

Webb Wilder

Hybrid Vigor

1989

New York woman, got the rich girl blues
She can do anything she wants
Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars
Like a prince of blue

puffin on my pride like a roach
Possessin nothin but my word, few pistols and hopes
I'm tired of dreamin, fascination runnin too wild
And the sirens gettin

Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions    (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya
From the school full

to me
They only see what they wanna see, man
They're half blind collect the bag
Already tell you I should half mine
Chattin' to my little nigga by

killers real active
Fuck totin' them pistols, nigga, all my choppers real massive
He got hit, but the boy look like he got bit by a Bullmastiff
Free big

Beats by Malice

Four hammers in the back
Yeah, I brought out the ten
And the four in the patio
Fifteen when I met that twelve
Money spent well

Pussy perfect but she never got a compliment
I'm too busy stacking twenties 'cause my money spent
I got kicked out of the crib, I couldn't pay my rent

That cold night is callin'
That's when the past runs up on me
Man I'm stallin'
I'm fallin'
It just won't let me be
There's nothin' in a bottle
That's

Zigzagging down Lake Street
Clad in the armor of youth
Dumb and dirty
A long way from thirty
Feeling bulletproof

Ass pocket bottle of whiskey
Full

Dump Nigga

Big Scoob

H.O.G.

2016

dump nigga, dump dump
You muh'fucka's poppin' too many pills

Dump in, they can't stop, but to get it out may take a while
Nothin' they can say about

He ain't with me now tho [x3]
He ain't with me

Cause I can be prim and proper standing by
And play my position, but tonight I need to shine
So yeah,

brought me some goggles
But ain't gonna eat if there's hairs on the kit
She gon' love me by the end of tomorrow
I fuck her so good she be scared

Poppa Gotta Bran' New Freak

Potna Deuce

Welcome to Da Tilt

1994

has been saved
By the new freak and she's lovin this Latino
Showin off, lettin me know
Sexin is spectacular
I starts on the bottom, but ends up in

the way I'm gettin' bread
Like I won't go in my safe, put some papers on your head
I'm a rap star but I'm on surveillance by the feds
And I only started