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The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one

drivin' Maseratis
I don't like 'em basic in a Honda Accord
This your shit, huh? Fuckin' up my kicks, huh (huh)
I'ma lick, huh? You think I'm really rich

bat
To threaten every motherfucker comin for my
They don't care about the music or the lyrics that i'm sayin'
They just wanna know your bank or your

gets ya
Either in the pin or running for your life
Is it even worth it kid
Who needs ad libs when ya voice this big
Yuh
And I love when women start

be followed by a geezer
With a big grey beard
I hope he isn't one of your mates

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye

Produced by Hundo
I stay posted with two sticks, I ain't even from nigga block
I bit the corner with this minivan, I didn't need a chop
Nigga asked

break the yolk
Sick of dropping tears writing raps by the stove
Everything I known gone and left me alone
When I made it to Your sun dance I felt at home

last night made about a mil
Did it just by sitting still, Real Perc Demon pop a pill
Say I'm sick nah bitch I'm ill, fuck a bitch til she can't feel
Yeah

One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.

But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge

Yeah 
Green Room nigga
Eyy
914 
I love it
Yeah 
June

I'm just tryinna kick my feet up
And my girl look like Selena
I could by 100 beemers
Still 'Ye

you give your best what the fuck is next
I'm so fucking blessed but I need a fucking rest
Been to war back and forth I'ma fucking vet
Don't you say that

snuck

Walking around in stilettos like you can't get touched

What's up?

I've been wanted your head

Prancing around in my city like yo ass ain't scared

comes to sleepers but a dream
So I'm on my Method Man shit about my cream
You know what I mean
Business proposing
Weather from by the ocean
Your team

Who Got the Chronic?

Dizzy Wright

SmokeOut Conversations

2012

On cereal boxes and everything, who got the chronic comin to your city nigga, holla!

one, I mean she won my heart
Ghat me going crazy
When she told me that she love me
Always by side, the reason I'm making this money
Saw it all, but

an I billy jean
(Aye, yea I Billy Jean)
Can't stay stuck cuz I got enemies
An Ik niggahs wana see da end ah me
You should know Ima get it by any means

matriarchs slapping way to crossly/ could have paid me to do the whole family

fo da dolla/ challenge my poverty/ride up in your house slap ya sister in front

And lemme tell you again, I don't need a homie
Live my life alone, 'cause lonely is the only
Rather eat by myself than dine with bologna
I'm a B-I-T-C-H,

resta il punto di partenza
Questa strada, mi ha dato l'attinenza
We live it by the code, like a bomb, tic tock, we explode
Like a bullet in your head, we

to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot

Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While

When she moves dance the boom by better get know now bend down low
Fire dancer never let go and alight her to her bedroom
Say they got a penny for your

The Jump Off

DC

The Session

2004

by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body,

A Nightmare on My Street

The Fresh Prince

Halloween Hit Mix

2011

voice comin' from behind, it said
"You are my favorite rapper, but now you must die!" (?)
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was
Broke inside my

One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.

But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge