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They smile in your face, when it’s all hate
I can’t tell if they wit me or wanna take my place
Said you gone hold me down but you aint do shit

nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware

I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while

bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your

me love me now
They don't wanna know my name
They don't wanna hold me hold me down
They ain't wanna love me then
They all want to love me love me now

pastor that I meet just wants to give me handshake
How I turned one unbeliever into my current fan base
Like, oh, by the way
They owe me something from

to count me out, I do this shit all by myself
They try to hold me back, I stay down, watch how I prevail
All the shit I did, counting racks with twin

daily the darkness is greater
It got me feeling like dark Vader 
She texting me now she yacking my style
She wanna fuck on me later
You bluff wit

I can't get a hold, of what we've lost, but now that's old
You've lost my trust, so why do I think about you now, I try to stop But I don't know how

The Walk

B.G.

USA (United State of Atlanta) [Clean]

2005

talk 
You can tell I'm the s*** by the way I walk 

Walk wit me now, 
Step wit me now, 
Step right wit me now, 
To the left wit me now, 
From

Bumpy Bring It Home

Freddie Foxxx

Street Triumph

2006

alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, Bumpy bring it home!

I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought

alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, Bumpy bring it home!

I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought

you that dude that used to rap”
That pissed me off so much I ain’t know what to do with that
Saved by the bell shit now ima take it to the max
Yea, I’m

hold me up
You know what's up
Just keep up
An run up
It no Can't get enough
Don't give ah fuck
Ain't no given up
Keep on get up
When the going getting

(Ball)
Made fifty, now I ball like a Pacer (Yeah)
Made a hunned, now these problems keep chasing
By December, I'll have a lot of chains swangin' (Damn)

David Thompson on Humboldt
It sold plenty
They left so quickly
I'm still here
Never home really
Gone really
When these hoes hit me
I be in Bed-Stuy, It's

dealt a wont no love
Once them bitches drop, we load up
Now they on our dick, wont no love

Streets been asking what's the hold up
Grinding hard my son,

I'm goin take it with ease
Give my rhymes a squeeze 
Let me melodies breathe you ain't ready for the funk us twins unleash 
I'm taking a stand coz we

WASTELAND
WRITTEN BY:	MICHAEL THOMPSON AND MARK SPIRO

SOME OF US ARE LIKE WATER, FLOATING AWAY
AND WHERE WE'RE GOING NOBODY KNOWS
SOME OF US FIND

laugh at them niggas, ion need hold a grudge but I saved you a spot for your bitch On the bleachers
They said stop the cap in your rap but now really

Got me talking bout never again, sitting with my twin, niggas know that's my only friend
Smoking on that Za, and a nigga out here tryna land
Wanna

niggas is wild now

I be wearing all these labels
Now I got labels trynna sign me
You trynna hit me from your mama crib
It's a nice crib I could buy it
All

how a nigga riding clean
But everyday I still f with Dirty (What Up dirty)
35 with Thompson on me
Unload that in a f’ing hurry
30 clip for a light skin

Alright pal, fancy a game of darts?
Oh id love a game of darts mate ehgeh
Go on then let's av it yeah
Alright I've got three in me pocket, you got

Inability to give birth plagued her everything and then some
Now came an opportunity for not only one, but twins, umm
Just got to convince Jim. Easily done