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I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's

That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinking

And I'ma stick with my dawgs until we make them hurt,
But I'ma stick with my dawgs until we make it work
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this fucking beat
Shordy out the A and she won't play
That's my lil' Georgia peach
44, them Yerkes call my woadie out the DMV

I'ma get that bag

took a detour, yeah (I took a detour, One)

New opp block, but this one newer
Tryna barbecue suttin' like chicken skewers
Told lil' bro take time in

nuts?
Drop em, I'ma pop your pecan
My chopper so big, when you hold it, might need three hands (shit)
I'ma split your wig, if you told it bet not be

Shoot your shot
Do what you gotta do

I want the money and the fame
I want fans screaming out my whole name
Bars too hot let me put out the flame
I see

got..
Shit, I said..

Shit, fuck
I got hell cash, lil' baby
What you wanna do
Shit, fuck

I'ma do that, lil' baby
I'll pull up
I came from the kitchen
So

For the Record

Shyne

Godfather Buried Alive

2004

sound like ma$e
Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake
Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
See a whole lot different when

was treated like a dummy 
Mum would shove three down my throat till i choked 
This type of violence out here is always provoked
"MA what the fuck are

You, Surrounded by Hypocrites; grasp for Highs
But I've told you We won't see each other; at least 3 Times
Sugar and  Mais; Long Hair Size; My Bill

Mo money brings problems except when you preach, is that you pastor Ma$e
Oh we talking bout it?
Most rap songs niggas talking violence
Talking drugs

respect lil nigga feel me
I'm a soldier, 5'11'' from the 'Nolia (Magnolia)
Look don't talk, I show ya
You with yo boys look I'm by myself
You talkin' noise

on haters
I'm focused on bread, the mac extra cheese, and flood it with gravy
My ni***s on stand by, riding with 3.8s and them 4.5s
And all we talk is

don't care
Overtime inna trap got me a failure to appear
Say my name three times I'll appear
Traumatized by death I can't hear
Nominated me king

really with the pots, you know that I'm a lock and smith, bitch

(Money Power Verse)

I'm off 3-5, a cookie and a 8, I can't feel my face
Aunty in a trap,

Pshhhh pshhhh
Uhh
[Repeat: x3]

[Verse 1]
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme with a slug tryna sound like ma

state of mind
Either you learn from the best and they watch you strive
Or you get lost in a roam and get fed with lies
Its lil loksta on the move yup I'm

like it came from a fully auto Angelic A-R
And I are
Who I always been within
Had ta' cut out the parts that emotionally tied me to ma' Wins
Now who

ride
But I won't lie, sometimes life felt like a drive-by
Still that same kid you met, spittin' sci-fi
I was thirteen makin' beats in Gatlinburgs Five

of the money these niggas'll do you so rude
They'll smile like right in your face and they'll shoot in it too
In the land where the gang go 
Pistol toting wear

yeah
Movin' every day keep my head up I'll be straight yeah
Aye, gotta lil' baby she hoppin' up in it
Swervin' in a foreign and no it ain't rented
All I

on my dick
And they be on my shit
You would think I got one by thighs (Ew)
You know my lil' niggas pop like surprise
They aim and shoot, lock and
Shoot

me, they don't even understand me
No, we'll get your money straight
I love the way she suck and swallow
I be nuttin' in her face
I'm not against her for