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That shit good for my health
You gone need a team
Ima do dat by myself
Yea dat bitch bad
But I watch the way she kept
Cut dat lil hoe off
She was living

The driver shootin too bitch we slidin a Tesla 

I’ma send them shootas at ya
Empty out the clip
We gone put em on a stretcher
You can think it’s sweet 
Better

this glock I'm shootin at ya mind
Better ask about me nigga I'm really slangin iron
Long live D and Long live Yo
Fort Myers til I'm dead
I'm dyin in

I've prayed to the lord for these times I demolish the microphone
Shootin' goals like Ronaldo
Trade out the broke fits rotate everyday wear
With that

gone put you in a trunk
Ooters by my side make you look like Forrest Gump
Gone be quick to let it dump

Sis been pushin shootin threes like Curry
She my

Remember

Nature

For All Seasons [Clean]

2000

niggas is gone, rest in peace though

Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable TV

on
But I'll still run it up for my team
Run up the numbers
Man play my track man bump it
AC/DC man get cheeky
Get struck like thunder
I'm coming up from

Drive by shootin now my arm fucking gone
My bitch yeah she moans

Yeah
Yeah-e

I dont wanna live, be alone
Drive by shootin now my arm fucking gone

Got these vibes on my mind, I aint drawin no blanks[00:18.41]If I'm uppin' my Gun, I aint shootin' no blanks[00:20.09]Swear these niggas' all pussy,

All My Shootin's Be Drive-Bys

MC Hawking

E = MC Hawking

over, I've got a job to do
And the world will be less crowded by the time I'm through
And I'll keep rolling while bullets slide
'cause all my shootin's

range
Glock spit poison
Bitch I'm back like I never fuckin left
Y'all nigga take the summer off
Imma take a check
Keep it real with the niggas that's gone

and creativity. Onions, layers of your life burned by brimstone, your life is the modern of expression of ruins, when in Rome, you're supposed to do as the Romans

money jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
No Dominee, money jumping out da gym, gone

By the jail stretchy landings, how I does it

Hope I Don't Go Back

E-40

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 2 [Clean]

1998

a conference call on my
Hands-free car telephone, lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself
Shootin' the breeze, cuttin' it up real tough like
Choppin' it up like

I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm

And shootin but that's how I feel 
You tryna get all the money by playin games you spinning the wheel 
My girl she mad she startin to argue 
But I tell her

kids keep meddlin'
If thug niggas go to heaven
Can I bring my medal in
You keeping the pole
Lay you down a lic
What you know
Gone grab a vic
Whippin O's

Gun free karaoke
If only Dame Shirley Bassey could see

You don't need your 45s to overreact
You can't claim to own an AC/DC track
Cool your barrels,

was to short to play in the NHL
He deserves to get a diamond pearl
Drafted at fifteen
Lots of busts gone in between
Spent two seasons in Wisconsin by

Like AC/DC, they'll say he shook my ass all night long
And by the time I'm gone, before you could blink
Nick T. and Jethro, what the fuck did you think?

im rocky
Whippin’ horses
Like a jockey
Big sticks on me
Like it's hockey
We could get it poppin’
AC/DC with the plug
I'll rip your cord right from

of me, I'm just beer and bones|Corner booth cliche, playin' jukebox, drinkin' songs|Quarter by quarter, and shot by shot|Tryin' to get her gone with all I

gettin' money, puttin' in work
I ain't kickin' back unless I'm shootin' the Drac

We pulled up at six with 200 rounds
We ain't even get through shootin

on my sleeve, jeez
If I'm honest, we the hottest by the beach, see
Shit they don't believe so I had to let

Another young nigga gone in the sunset
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