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Yo you got about 5 seconds before I start to lose it
And load a beat up that sounds like some horror music
Every medley gotta be drum heavy and no

homie
Nine times out of ten, I'm by myself, I ain't finna act for homie
Yeah, 300 hot and fully loaded, Fuck wrong, make me Blackout on em
Fuck wrong,

Lately they been tryna
Take me out the game
Niggas plotting on me
Ion even know they name
In they girl text
Who'da thought it was the same
Me

back underband
When i spin on you
You gonna need a helping hand
Watch his blood splatter
Turn his head to eggs and ham
Wont be no rescue
Now go float up

wine on me like we 'bout to turn up
And rock da boat
Switch position when you drop it down low
Making rhythm like a bongo
I'm talking mind sex right here

I'm really in the zone
Me as a rapper man I'ma grow
Man I'm Da Baby let's go
You flexin' guns, eh so so
All y'all do is show show
But y'all never blow

and your, all your words fall in da well
You try to be known, locked in your way

the war drums let's start the fighting
I strike first and fast a Now you stunned shocked by lighting

So many big guns, don't know which one to choose

this exotic wit no Fronto
Ya team lead by a lame nigga like the Broncos
Get da Munyun it's pay to play
He put designer on lawaway
Got ya bitch fucking

God pulled me up out the fad
He can't touch it, boy
He can't touch it, boy
He can't touch it, boy
Took the bait, he felt the ploy

I'da be goin'
Now, I

City Lights

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

(Talking)

Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by

Flip Flop

Yung Joc

Young and the Restless

2007

the jungle
Be careful not to stumble they know I got that work by the bundle
Catch me wit a quarter piece
Somethin' from the middle east
Show em'

y'all be getting played Nintendo
Switch, I've had this itch and its hard to scratch 
Light the match put it to da spliff
Inhale get ready this gon be one

Hook
Max B:
Nick-nack, patty-whack, give a dog a bone (bone)
Murder
Nick-nack, patty-whack, give a dog a bone (bone)
Murder
(Repeat)

Verse 1
Max B

I aint have no homies
Always had it on it
Yu get sum money gotta be mean
So it get kinda lonely
30 Pokin imma stroke em
Fo they try to roll me
I

Sunday mornin smoke a joint on the rooftop
Im a wild jitt but i aint riley from da boondocks
Light it up with a match im a gentleman
Smokin spanish

time to hit the tracks
Why you turn up on da boy
My baby girl you needa lax
Life ain't what it used to be
N' now she prayin for the hacks
How you gonna

the bartender give me two of what she havin'
Baby no need to thank me charge it to the room
Repay me by tellin' me I can be the one to consume you oh
And if not

i'm toxic
I'm in ha phone, she got me all up on locket
I must be a pilot, cs I'm all in her cockpit

Like, who really the face of da mo?
He wanna diss

pain by smokin gas
I think I lost my track or tract
But ain't no going back
Ain't no switching facts
And it ain't no way to match
The Tension was startin

genetics you know what I bang on the low
I be with Dubba Dubba pass the 40 to him if I tell him do it he gon blow
I be on 91 the car take 93 I need 100

in the field you get wet
Like arcane and that mole rat
From Chuck E cheese, nigga let's take it back
Caught flaggin' by the stove
Nigga hopped out

we do is win
People keep asking for favors or they claiming kin
Sat behind them walls all by my lonely had no Co-defend
When the DA melted down my

Look
Who do you love? If it ain't us
I know dudes that rather be famous
I'd rather do the damn
Thing Boomerang gang
Bring it back with a hella vibe