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we'll collect
And we'll do it nice and clean
And you could be Jamaican or polish I'm
Coming for your rice and peas
I’ll hold your Z but I wanna see 9 bars

the bureau
And tell him selling this white by the kilo
You going extinct like the parrot from Rio
Go get yo' dinero
Throw you in a barrel like Walter
Your

boys, I grew a bigger heart, huh
We don't do drive-bys
We walk em' down, nigga, so we can look em' in his eyes
It's one thing I can never forget about

thing i think about in the morning
Yea I dont wanna lie
Just wanna be by your side
Open up those eyes
You look dignified
Like a violet in a rose bush
So

to call then
She want exquisite and I’m thinking Wendy’s, and if you don’t want it then starve then
That heartbreak hit me right here in my chest, it woke

Wah
Yea
Heroes Empire
Dave Fortune
Erywon yeahmen
Qsberg
Y'all know
Jah rastafaria wanna be my witness
HEgang on this one
Bombom slasher
We never

the river
Out to get right
A lot of people smoking
Just to get by
I don't understand if you don't get high
More for me cause I am gonna get mine
Everyday I am

a mothafucka because I'm a freak
Eating your post-death defecation right out your cheeks
Leave your mom's feet swinging, I'm a fuckin' street demon
Trick I don't

Oooh daddy, I'm a scavvy boi
Oooh i just wanna make you proud

Live by the gun die by the bullet
Dick like a trigger,  goes pop when I pull it
All

Always something missin' when you look a
When you look at bigger pictures
Inspired by the women who let my shots come up missin 
This the JR Smith

and what I got to give
We can live, to the fullest Not a game, disguise
You wanna be my prize, judging by the look in your eyes
I'd say you're... feeling

I'd be a millionaire by now
Maybe even as early as a baby
From the classroom to the break time
Kiss chase in the playground
Hoping that he picks me

You Ain't No DJ

Big Boi

Sir Lucious Left Foot...the Son of Chico Dusty [Deluxe Edition]

2010

lurking deep in the shadows
Gathering artillery for the battle
Now, on the front line, I stand, microphone in my right hand
Left foot on the gas, don't

I just light my trees
And play these Drew Banga beats
For the nights like these
I just wanna be free and you let me
This world don't understand me but

dig my grave right now/
peace be still shhh!!!
don't make a sound/

Zimmerman got off
now more blacks die/
we can't look each other
eye to eye/
see we

god this Adam doesn't need a eve
So fuck the holidays fuck the new year nigga fuck everything
Everyone else wanna be like jay z but imma be the only

So, why do they keep calling you a killjoy?
They keep calling me a killjoy
I just don't
Well, I might be, how I'm acting
But don't mind me
Try me,

I don't need sunshine to be bright and early
I'm runnin' laps around my brain in a tight 30
To confirm me, I think I need a medal
So the curtains

you're here, then the next you're gone I'm on my knees praying to God that I can make it home I'm in the middle of a war, and I'm a B confused I wanna make

Industry Groupie

Chamillionaire

Ultimate Victory [International Version]

2007

[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by

that it sound
Been so lost lately that I just wanna be found
Always loved you why would I stop loving you now
Just walked in the room and get hit with

giving me compliments
But once again don't fw 12 I ain't cuffing shit
But she a Ryder feel like David how I'm ruff with it
I'm fresh to death should be

Lyrics Written By: 
Zane Copeland Jr a/k/a Lil Zane

Intro
Yeah,
Now they know what my name is (ad lib)

(Chorus)
Funny when nobody knows you 
They

in my heart from when my mans died
All I gotta say is check the score we winning by a landslide
Can't be out here, lackin' that's, that shit that got