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even if that ass is fat, can't fit that in my schedule
(Why)
9 to 5, that's average time
(Okay)
10 to 6, that's ratchet time
(Aye)
11 to 7, that's savage

the mirror
Layin' off Percs so I start thinkin' clearer
I grab my 7.62 then I started to gear up
Dyke man ass bitch 
You scared for your life
He started

Yung KZA
Yung Milly
You know I'ma run up a milly
Give up mother fucker give up, ain't give no fucks
Now they hear what I'm saying
You knowin' my shit

What's that in my bag
you mad, why these niggas mad
Runnin' up a bag, runnin' up a check, runnin' up the cash

Bitch, I'm on deck, AK on deck, squad with

choking think they sick
Won't stop at nothing til my bands up
Squad be scoping with the sticks
If the cops gonna come they get dismantled
On God I been

Killshot

Eminem

Killshot

2018

feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me

because the last 10 years was only screen
And by screen i mean that he got chemo on the team
Having mixed up feelings started smoking on the green
Then he

snow dogs
Porsche 911, 200 bands
Mac-11 make 'em do the money dance
Your dream hoes, my set-up bitches
They spend the night but wake up
Early to wet up

Stop by on your way home...
After seven if I can

Bobby, dear, I don't mean to pry... Bobby, we've been thinking of you!

Sorry, Paul, I made a date

Chinese New Year

Clipse

Hell Hath No Fury

2006

I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round

Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

at that time
So I came up there to Baseline, it was Beans' birthday, matter of fact
And I played like seven beats
And, you know I guess he was in

knife
Crime up and down the country
Have come to together to
Raise the question: how
Can we put a stop to the
Cycle of reoffending? Local grime
Artists

Still I Dream of It

Jimmy Nail

Crocodile Shoes II

1996

Words and music by brian wilson

Time for supper now
Day's been hard and I'm so tired
I feel like eating now
Smell ihe kitchen now
Hear the maid

Freedom Got an A.K.

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

devils don't go to heaven
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven
Freedom is the road seldom traveled by

Either be a book

Step by step we march
Day by day we're waking up
With braver hearts
We are fighting hard

Once we have been told a secret
Too risky to know
Three years

I'm the hottest in my town
If I make it to the top
Then I better get a crown
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
If you fucking with the next number
We send yo ass

down
I always been the one who been there for you
You ain't stay down
I'm quick to text my nigga damn cash
We go make it out
7/11 my favorite number
Lil

chance
Don't hold back

I sure don't do Pilates
But I do like pie and lattes
And that's a metaphor for getting naughty
If you like poems you can come to my

Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved,

cheers
Without my ears
Without my rear
I could come back as a baby
I could grow up get Mercedes
I could grow up get more ladies
I could notice that I'm

do that's seven days a week
Came up out that cave
I don't why they wanna play with me
They cant tell my age
Got that baby face
She age with me
They

the cat between ya hips

I ain’t mean to get nasty
See you lookin hard
It’s a fee to come grab me

Nah
Its all jokes
It’s no smoke

What’s your 7 baby
Hit

the same, can't trust no hoe
They drowned on the wave, can't ride that boat
I'm just saying, they go
They come, and they go
I don't need you nomo
But we up