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Still he drives 10 hours straight with the packs in the back through the night then 
The lights flash 

Time slows down all he hears is a heart beat

songs
This was my chance, looking to dance
Weel, it didn't take long

She was slip-sliding up and down on me
Felt like a stripper pole
Blue satin dress,

Paper Chase

Tung Twista

Picture This

1996

'em fast suck 'em slow
Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets
tryin' to keep it real
Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this

got Gucci kicks on with the all red iphone suicide doors go up ill let you down slow

know I'd probably save the red ones for last
Might land you straight flat on your ass
Eat the pink ones and go and dance fast
Eat the blue ones and slow

said that is blasphemy
Ooo now they mad at me
But we all know what's up they tryta keep it hush like Fred and Daphne (let's split up gang)
I been goin

let it go down with some Hennessy Ooh, I love a challenge

Body and brains, I love balance Ain't nothin' goin' on, I'm at the palace
Like the Pistons

city, I still got the thingy with me
Precautions, cause I ain't goin' down the creek like Dawson
Forfeit never, any weather, got me grittin' just to make

bet the truth
Then I skrt off and disappear like Houdini do
You can wait now and hate now I ain't comin down
I ain't change none the same nigga that you

only make 1 call

Gas the whip up yea we Finna hit the slow ab no destination just getn out of town 
Trap phn wit Fred he gne hold the bloc down money

Shooters on deck get with tha tech leave U wet on the scene —ready to blow out ur spleen
slow it down heard the opps around —make his name a block
Niggas

of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines

mouth is foamin'
When I step in the booth and I know I'm 'bout to fuck up a beat
Watch how I slow it down for you
Then bring it back up to Usain Bolt

seen they jaw drop, like a bitch when I bust nuts (bah)
I'm goin' Ye crazy, how would you feel, nigga?
I'm closer to Jay-Z, nobody made me
I was

of greed

On top of this metropolis, I'm hangin' by a thread
My body's dying slow, gimme shelter for my head
People screamin 'more' but I give 'em less

nigga could slow down
Ain't no traffic and I'm speeding my zone now
And I'm dripped from my head to my toes down
I'm too late I gotta go pick up my own

was covered in rocks
VVS clarity all that got
Goin straight to the top I can't slow down or stop
I cant lie one time I put my trust in a thot
Had me

wrong)
Can't catch the lil niggas we goin for they big homies (The big niggas)
Niggas tried to spin down my block he got hit wit a 40
What the fuck these

Angel Baby

Mr. Capone-E

Thump Rap Radio: With Frost

2003

Stroll. Now you know from bikes to lows, lows to bikes. 
It's on tonight, Mr. Capone-e, is on sight By
The way, its another day, crusin' down the highway

last
I came up from nuttin down bad on my ass
I want me sum benjis big blue like a smurf
Go hard inna yard put my foot onna turf
Yea these real bullets

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
So please, please don’t slow my grind I’m on my Q's and on my P's
I been flipping racks and I ain’t sold a single

Got the bun up in a mess, it's the best, hundred percent
She's so done with checkers I guess, it's time to play chess
Asked where the fuck you goin', so

Teyek lettin out his micd up plan
With hands weighed down heavy by  sand
Go night you can call me sand man

Hey mr sand man...
Bring me a dream

But I

When you're in a muddle with your soul so blue
Like you're in a puddle with a hole in your shoe
Your car won't start, you're down at heart