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under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
Boy a fool, wonder what's cool
Tryin' to figure out what to rhyme about
I heard your mans went cryin' to his mommy and his daddy
When the cops
See I done shot another Dick
Nigga be rolling trips
To keep his mind off sticks
They check our parole
They supervise my whole size
Money wires surprise
about a big enough fool to lay it all right down
And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
He knew this bunch of cutthroat?s would be mighty
Fairlane
And someone let the fool run in the rain
I hear the sirens howling
It sounds like murder by my door
I wake up cold and Catherine
She don't
since I went to the pen, fool
No pictures, no commissary, money to eat
And now you think it's all good, 'cause I'm back on the streets
I'm back
Sam, I'm blowing on fools like WHAT!
That nigga opened his mouth, so I fucked him up
Nigga what, you don't want me to pull this trigger
I
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
of robbed your man if the fool was smart
But a fool and his money will soon depart
Then I went to my crib, went to sleep 'bout four
When I woke up, police
money
I seem to be losing more of my friends
So I'd give it all up to repeat life over
And they'd say dude is a fool
I can't trust another
a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger
For the love of the Money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up
Dollar bill
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
just took her first hit off the pipe
The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money
And when the other homies heard about it they
There's some other girl by his side
And I want to let let you know that he really ought to go
And you should believe in me
'cause I care baby can't you
dog said his box just landed, he got his load through (he got his load)
Drive by music, this shit he can pop his toast to (facts)
His chopper smoke
dun, he play by all the rules
That's why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular married with children
Dawg,
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wassup honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
The Braniac, the theory be conspiracy
Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
Verbally call the Maniac and his attack dogs
Signing contracts
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wassup honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
night
I was awakened by a shining bright light
Overhead a glorious spirit
He gave me a message and you all need to hear it
Send me your money
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
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