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silly lies 
Disguised by your bedroom eyes 
All these phony alibis 
Lost to Christ 
Cross my heart I hope you die 
I love you ...(die) forever 
From

energy, so tell me if I feast, 

What's that mean for you, how does that further me, I don't want to eat by my lonely, so of course I'll bring a few, who

above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your

four
Street soldiers y’all know we shine yo
Streets is the jungle
Got to survive yo
Shit is live yo
The vibe from five o

They don’t drive by
And niggas

on you babe
Didn't even make you a spouse, don't ever speak about dark days
Cus I was raised by a single mother, her and my Dad had to part ways
See they

on deloreans when we going in
Big fish to go get fried like worldwide with hope in him
Notice we the chosen, broken molded by the king
Royalty inside my veins

South in Ya Mouth

Gangsta Blac

Down South Flava

twins in this shit

Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back
(White-black)
And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that

on climbing that mountain
I'll rise to the top on my own

Rise to the top by my own means
With the homies outta OP, low-key
Workin' so hard that I don't sleep,

forces so I'm dope boy fresh
Another day on Earth I'm blessed
I'm stepping out tonight anti-stressed
Had to clean up the whip today
Black magic the tires

the president
My soldiers kill
Kinda on my truths
So I never had to fight
But like your grandma said
Even nice thugs fight
Only hang with black sheep I'm the only

Can't Hide from Shadow

Mr. Shadow

Can't Hide From Shadow

2000

that's a snitch
And straight choke em
In blood we soak em
Ain't no joke
I love to make a mothafucka buckel
Give a sign and watch my boys rush you
In

phony
You not really my homie (homie)
Had to tell you, "Leave me lonely"
I don't really care that's the old me (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
I don't ask no

Gangsta in sandals, beat by Lexx Samplez
Yea, Eva told me be patient, I can't, I'm anxious
Fuck that talkin', let's get crackin'
Forty-five, head smackin',

rent it for? (bitch)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when
I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando
(ayy)
If 12 at the do,

delivered, shift the stars for you
Paradise is where you are, its different when I'm with you
Serve much more than looks, evidence black is the brightest hue

temptation in this booth unless it's David Ruffin
To these MP3s, I'm Mozart on 88 Keys
Ya boy met the world, now it's time to live free
Couldn't say goodbye

my files
Cuz I ain't trying to fit in a crowd
By my lonely that's my style
Nobody ring me up or just hit the dial
If it was me then I'd be foul
Take my

daughter out the ghetto. 
Where im from its the jungle, it's real boy no geppetto.
I kept the metal like heavy rock. 
Made it bubble like chicken pox.
City

guitar, and keys

Performed our first show, it was kind of an assblow
But, we got ourselves up there and gave our best go
Shoutout to my band: Owen D, Nat,

Grind

50/50 Twin

Grown Man Style [Chopped and Screwed]

2004

door
I don't have shit bitch, what you harassing me for
Because you black guys always, flashing your cars what

[Hook - 2x]
Grinding ain't on my mind,

Had to make this shit happen
By my lonely
Shooting my shot
I make it like Kobe
If you ain't break bread
You is not my ho-mie
Don't say you love me
When

alone
When the pressure boil hardest part to maintain it's us
What I mean by that, is you sure know how to key an soul (Maintenance)
From the heat of your

the belly
Now I got a bigger stomach on me
(No shame) I don't wanna lose pounds
(No way) I don't wanna lose out (No pain
No gain) It's like being a black belt

Left the game but still got the hood on my back to the fullest
Judge that boy by his mistakes but you just misunderstood him