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I'm surrounded by blood spillas 
Motherfuckers about scrilla 
Giving nothing but love nigga 
In this land of troubled souls 
All for one how we roll

even know me
She plucking my hair, I think she tryna clone me
Got three fingers in her, I'm finna go bowling
Got all this damn ice, you would think that

Shit on writtens I still need a pot to piss in
Ball on bitches like MJ and Scotty Pippen

Written By: Reggi Condos, Charlie Mindich, Ed Friedman

the streets where it's blood and triff
Know that I keep me a gun through the night, 3
Im from the trenches
Runnin the block, jumpin fences
Trappin ta get me

strike three
Hundred years in the hole won't
Ever see a life free
Ham sandwich waterdown ice tea fuck the law
Concrete wall nothing the sight see
Grudges

Yeah One Mississippi 
Got them eyes on me
But ya’ll on too
When I’m on three
I might get ghost 
But I won’t hide
And It’s quite clear that my vibe 
Just

sun
Blood ti wa lojumi bi ti eje Jesu
Game yi a ngba bi ti B ball
Mon knock awon niggas out bi ti ibo
Ama fo anybody lenu
Ama fo anybody loju
Ama fo

Real shit
Wavestarr made it, yeah
Imagine us taking it way out the 3
Believe in yourself like I do me
Showing em love Imma do it for free
And that's

on the first
When I only get paid on the third
That's why I'd rather get paid by the eighth, can you blame me
Less bullshit talking, more big smoke flaming

to the tropics
And I can get them out of this dumb ass three bedroom apartment
Shit, yeah
I gotta get myself locked in
Because this seatbelt ain't workin'
And I

of the century


Bruv I hated the ends, and back then it was deadly
Kicking ball in the park wid a few other guys, and I
Said something on a sly
Two twos, I'm

(Ooh, what)
Say something wrong and I shoot at your liver (What, what)
They called it a blood bath, it looked like a river (Ok, huh)
Hell's got a package,

mine, you get bagged up
Dime bags, they all buzz
My niggas bang, we all bloods
Feds could never really stall us
Rico charge, nigga ball blood
That’s how

johnny dang
And tell him ice out the team
We shining hard to bling
Or tell the league to sign us
We balling hard for rings
We took some losses before

Yeah

Red tips, 762s, shoot a Taki at him
Good punch at Yoshi
Satisfied by hibachi habit website surfing
Tryna punch like I'm Bobby Lashley
Hundred

of my dick
But the gun got a dick and it's a 9, goddamn
I ain't right in the head
Bri-bri-bring me two cups full of ice and some syrup for my Sprite
I'm

from the gutter
But it doesn't matter, We still climb the ladder
We wanna live better, So we gotta utter
By just going harder, We just want the zaka

your time
I know it ain't free, I'll give you back rhymes
I know I got dimes at my beckon call
I step back for the 3 so you know I ball (uh)
Can't pump

palms
I'm three degrees west of a hurricane
Four wheel drive with a ball 'n chain
My five foot seven is irrelevant
I'm six six six if you threaten my

me demonstrate
Make niggaz spill blood like women menunstrate
And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through
If he fight to the death, I'mma

you get hit hard like these horns hit like
And im going off like a car alarm
Give it up for the holy trinity, you know they say the 3rd times the charm

Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath 
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath 


One man million 
I ball no

I guess you can't go

Fuck a leach them blood sucking parasites can get gone
I'm trying to come up you still worries about what them snakes on
That's

got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick

Psychosicksomatic I'm fantastic sure as
Pi is three