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I need a new outside 
Continental peacock blue outside 
 Kiss their teeth like, oh boy not you outside 
My ones and twos won’t make me food outside

I'm feeling down, I get really high
I need me a bitch that'll stick by my side
I got 13 reasons, just don't got the time
They say I need Jesus but I

I just want the throat she tryna stay I sent her on her way
Ferragamo belt I rocked that shit bacc in the 10th grade
Know you see the buffs they sit

shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day

Prisoner

The Last Emperor

Music, Magic, Myth [Bonus CD]

2003

To hit ya with the rhythm so you gotta get down
Shake off the blues to forget my past
Forget that I'm a prisoner but still I'm trapped
Stack a little cash,

shit is whack like a jack off
Used to play scratch offs
Now I by clothes with the tag on
Fucking your bitch with my shoes on
And she like me cause I

myself and got pulled over by a cop[02:34.28]Luckily I had your bitch with me and she pulled out that gooby-gooby Glock and shot the cop[02:39.48]Fuck

the red and blue
Somebody talked about me like I am maniacal
But never in my life have I been miasmal
I’m not an idiot ‘cause I
Can’t ride a bicycle
This

the beaches of Normandy
A worthless death you'll never forget
But you'll remember me, werden sie
Remember me

This is my single
All I got are singles
So whether

me up
Step out of his car he got his hand on his weapon
Got my hands on the dash causes i could die at any second
License registration but his tone

I spent my life savings on a cozy little farm 20 miles out of town
It came equipped with a broken down fence and a half breed blue tick hound
Well i

right next to me
I fed niggas well
Nobody ever ate less then me
Pawns got snatched up everyday
Uncle Michael played chess with me
I took the glock to go

baby, keep on callin', why the fuck you trippin'
She probably think I'm cheatin', but I'm out here gettin to this chicken
Keep some blues up in my pocket,

of pack
Had dreams of retiring and burying the money
Back when I was young with more experience than money
On my Georgetown shit, rock the blue Hoya

and now
They say chivalry is dead
And that the good guys are hanging on by a thread
Well, I say good riddance
'Cause the roses and the ribbons take their

by the beach and got tanner skin
Them niggas don't move like a mannequin
Fuck all my haters they panicking
I'm getting bigger yea just like a avalanche

The way bullets hit that nigga its a miracle
We tryna slide for these shells fly and they tearing through
Got a new glock how the fuck could I fear

You

Pacewon

Won

2002

on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I

off the bench gutamla tropical fish my cock go jizz cus she got a topical wish 100 in the chain and 1 flame blocking ya rent and ain't no novacaine for

solid
But I’m bruised
I know this feeling like the blues
I pray I’m mobbing in a coupe
I gotta get it
Ain’t no holding back
Second guessing
Ain’t no room

move that
Do you think you can show me how move that

Verse 1
The OGs probably tell me I'm a cool cat
I been feeling dark I'm wearing blue black
I heard

I got a bad bitch with melanin
I got an opportunity, I had to get it in
Same shit, different day
Pour the liquor up because I know it take the pain

Flesh-record X drenched in blood on the poster
I told her this one got the omen she told me to wait till you're older
but Tony got it off SoulSeek but didn't

Hilltop, window shopping for that gold rope
Mama couldn't be bothered, she had problems by the boatload
Papa was in go mode, sometimes a no show
Got potnas