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get to bussin when I say so
I'm fighting hella demons where my halos
They prolly got recruited by the Dracos
The feds was at my door I gotta lay low
I'm

to sync our hearts, in this space we can't ignore
All your moves are so in tune, my pulse is racing, sync with mine
I'm just swaying with the beat, trying

Really be havin' that shit, huh, made my own wave
Two shots to the face, put a dumbass nigga right in his grave
Runts running real low, had to run

on a show. How you dissing a nigga you ain't even know. We sending shots so you better get low, ya homie Zoe he got left by the store.
Niggas got hit and beat

I done killed that old noise, so old put a mark on a stone like tablets
Came back as a ghost (ghost), when I'm feeling so low
Turn myself up like I'm

some horses
You tryna keep up, but you ain't got resources
By 23, bitch I'm tryna be on the forbes list
I'm 22 now, so I'm takin' the courses
Wan fuck

on defense, I'm shootin like Creighton
We sell everything, you niggas complacent. Havin good lows, nigga make a placement
I'm on my shit, niggas not adjacent

Im possessed by the guest that I let inject
Straight to my heart, where I need it most
Ignorin the pain, I feel so low
Like an addict, way I never ever

Hittin' me like a freight train
I got my life on track
What a great thing
I'm going heavy in the room
That's a weight thing
And the swag so hot
I could bake

Don't know if I should pick out a switch or drum
Like, nigga, I be choosin', niggas say my shit is cap rap
But really, I'm just provin

Mmm, and that's

Sleeping on the couch you had to roll out
Roll through
All the people know you told me so
I gotta go she made thick like an afro
Hold tight I cruise low like

Pusherman '95

Nemesis

Tha People Want Bass

1995

brothers is dyin, some brothers gettin rich
Callin theyself 9-5 crack dealer pimp
Ain't that a trip, that's how I thought, fool
Lookin at these young bucks I

Dem a Question

Anthony B

Seven Seals

1999

Intro: 
Hey I yogi yo see it yah, yogi yo revolutionary is right here 
So to hell I will never disappear that why yo 

Chorus: 
Dem a question

I roll by
95 percent of the time I'm in my mode high
More drum and bass, we sampled and fused it
To a all-day parade to carnival music

Hook

Verse 3

me?
Visualize from noon to three
Been a slave, Not enough cash
Clock tickin', I'm gettin sick of the puff, pass
Mom making low wage not the luxury
Good

just cannons for protection
Protection from confessions of love or my obsessions
Keep the music on the low, like a studio session
Cause honestly we

It all started when I jumped the ledge/
Ducked low aiming back while they gunning for my head/
I’m On the last breath before the screen go red/

and dont you choke
Spin around let me see that ass drop to the floor 
Heard that nigga want smoke tell him meet me by the door
You can have that bitch i aint

to chance his luck
Don't worry, I got your back like uncle buck
In this jungle that we live in, not enough give a fuck
But your friends and family do, so keep

a toucan
Baby we ain't talkin
If you ain't a Penthouse Ders fan
Gotta keep the girls on the down low 
What we need to get up out the house for
You won't ever

police
'94 bimmer by the beach
In the back see Nikes on the seat
Copped an 8th from this guy I know
Owed me one so got it for the low
I don't like it when

Shit move when i say so
Ima a hole
Call it on my j bo
Ion need a draco
Kut em off like cable
Prices stay low
Yall aint got this grade doe
I been stable

Okay okay
I been sipping low key
Reparations just another thing that we cant locate
Aye
Treating us like balls up in the croquet
Needing me a mule

lift his face like it's fitness (Brrah!)
I cannot wait for this finish
I make him twirl like a gymnast (He twirl!)
I got his body so contorted, put his