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inside raps
Show love, El da Sen, who? It's SnowGoonS
Check the tune and bullshit make room

Extend the hand the mic is in my grip (uh)
Soul from the lips

on the floor from a liver punch
Aye we throwing smoke come get you some
Put feet on your chin how your lips run
Put hands on your face how you tongue wrestle
Put

I walk
Through the block, niggas is

Fuck what you saw bloodstains
By the front door, a nigga
Crawled from the store, Hands raw
I knew I'd seen him

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

to hear the sound when you make my phone rang rang
Met up the next night we get to makin' out
The love seed in my heart began a little sprout
The days go by

Part one
I Left A Box With a Letter At Your Doorstep

Part two
Holding Our Love In My Tender Hands
When your world is filled with black
And there's

all the time that we've stolen
And the conversations thats brought us here
So I've daydreamed enough
"Then by November he'll move his hands up

thunder and lightning
Catch 'em in my black ting, my white ting
With my shirt shoes, the right ting
Tell them niggas "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in

There's no love inside that wintertime
Harsh and cold heart filled with ice
Leaves you broken hearted appetite all gone by dinner time
Left you

she dirty dian
I rock all black I feel like Marilyn mans
Don't rock Amiri dior be the pants
Don't rock Amiri dior be the pants and dior be the shoes

How you sellin out yo brudda i thought that was yo mans
Nigga gotta grow up i told ya can't hold ya momma hand
You a fan clockin my movement go get

I Can't Believe It

Capital Tax

The Swoll Package

1993

moons in my room
Look just chillin by myself and no one else cause I was like shook
by this rotten scandalous, low-life dirty work
Then moms and pops they

Sick and tired of mans who will never throw no hands for you
But I hold you
Better than he can, I don't think he understands you, no
So tell me where

Daddy was a badass, oil field white trash, never took nobody's lip
He was a honky tonk dancer and even beat cancer, 40 years smokin' just quit
He had

haloes
"Gored by the horn of the goat, we'll slit your throat
And paint red every fucking rainbow

We'll
Sew your lips so you may not speak up
Saw

and tears left stains on my sweater
Stunt and rub my hands like birdman
Cause by the time I touch three mill you gon be on your third xan
Stack or starve I

wait to see a sign
My hands dirty digged through the mine
Diamonds in the ruff gotta see the light
The light The light the light yeah
Ima be okay Ima be

or buddah
People power 
Black panther 
Filipino cats we band together 
Like Angel Island hand letters 
I smoke weed and understand Better 
On my father's

Reel Girls

Bun B

Vacation in Hell

2018

Coke in her nose, she don't know that I know

You offendin' me
Shorty dirty talkin', read her lips like Marilyn
Drop it on the floor and I got

got my brothers on my right hand left hand
Backseat whole back show that you already know that
It's Stevo I ain't here to play introduced and I'm here

'Cuz of what's in my hand
Or 'cuz so many Rydas packed
Inside my black van?
And each and every one dirty as fuck
But we like Voltron
Everyone peel off

boy we some burger kings
Catch you with the small 22. that I had in my bouge
Had that other hand had pulled first
but you was scared to shoot
Three 6

We goin live
We gonna bump like hives
We gonna grind all day work hard
Smoke blunts by the 5
I met the money I was young
Stacked it up and in love by

If I talk they'll say I'm petty
I pree the preachers doing dirty
They do anything for the clicks
Chase the mouse like Tom and Jerry 
No disciples they