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ON THAT C8 

WHERE MY ALLOCATION AT

GM IM TIRED OF WAITING JACK

THE STAKES ARE HIGH

WHEN YOU WORKING WITH YOU OWN SUPPLY

I BET ON MYSELF 

TO SHOW

(verse 1)
Well the bill collector just called me, seems my debts are pilin’ high
And the gas pump raised 10 cents today but I ain’t even got a dime

of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls

By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first

back to late 05
I ain't even smoke but still touch the sky
Fucking like a rabbit on 8 mile 
Turn their world upside down like sixty nine
You a soulja

the catacombs, stood up with the dry Bones, no signals, drenched in waves
What a pickle, sickle styles, 8 mile runs, popping Pills for the serum, drums beat

running from the jakes
Side of the trap I served the p's up thru the gate
Te te walk up say she I need one for the 8
My Only play Shid this my last one for

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...

[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his

did they know that
I’m outside of the cage, bombs away, traveling my own way
And no one lockin’ me up I’m runnin’ 8 miles a day
Lickety-split like

me
Some of y'all around the real, but still phony
The six by eight in the box is real lonely
I'm tired of these motherfuckers, that's in my coat

They keep saying brighter days are coming
But the mist is getting thicker and thicker as I’m fading away
Twenty-eight, still going through changes

duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar

like I split a white brick
Even though I knew playing Mitch wasn't the right fit
I also know you puss in disguise, sum'in like White Chicks
It's either

a class like a VIP

30 on the way we just here for the views 
Girl by my side i am making my moves
Sun coming down so amazed by the hues
In a mile high i am

fights
One might, say that i’m a little conceited
Plastic bags on my feet
To keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah
In high school I was hated
By my

Engine running, the heat turned on high 
I sat all alone with a moon full of light
She had said what she said, felt like I was in 8th grade
She

view
It ain't a mile high but hey three-hundred feet will do

First frost on tall grass looks like creeping mold
Even here the pavement on main street's

find a comfy pair of shoes
Parachute cause I'm flyer than most
Mile high in the winter time needed a coat
Momma needed a loaf
Uncle Sam wasn't playing

Shockwave Rider

Royal Trux

Singles, Live, Unreleased

1997

refused to give the chief his due so the tribe got a little upset 
So anyways, about a quarter mile, I notice an Exxon sign 
I filled my tank, told

backpack and spirits on the phone
Sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold
Eight feet tall, there's something I want to ask and know
Why do my teeth turn

Transactions being made when we go high five
Urb loud but we silent cus' we go off vibes
bout chips, like hp, no 8 ounces
Word to titty feds watchin like we stay

been like 8 mile 
Riding round with that fake smile 
Y’all take down what I write down but it seems like I just paint now 
 My words on canvas 
I paint

plague on all you heathens who be doubting
Lined up
Split you in half and grind up
I lined up split you in half and grind up
Enemies are the most high

nice!

Should've fucked with me before i had to solo grind
Now im working by my lone
Getting high through the night!

Katana blade in hand
I am left

The huge mags we call em dicks
Shoot him in the hip he do the splits
We not friendly we love our blicks

10 guns 9 rounds 8 opps 7 found 6 dead 5 clowns RIP