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Uh yeah 
It's kind of raw what we fighting for 
Travel off fueled by the pollywog 
Wag the dog
Asinine assassinations get us into world wars 
False

a glitch
Taliban choppas
Arabian sticks
ISIS nigga
Bitch I feel like Baghdadi
Smoking OG
Bitch this that Grand daddy
Run in your house
And you know your not

out when we snore
Posted up staying by the store
But I'm grown ion do that more
Fuck thinking outside the box think outside the house the box is in

for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They'll never say no
I got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some

I pray everyday..
But I think I'm losing my faith, by the moves that i make. But I'm choosing my fate, but if I sedate, tell the world I was great

your duty not to
Burn your own house down for anger with
An enemy it is your duty
To fortify your own house so that you
May be a house of refuge in
Times

runnin' like water, I'm tryna rinse all the bucks
The whip drippin' in oil, she tryna lick on the clutch, for real
Been that boy, bald headed like Caillou

it's comin' in clutch
But I can't tell the time, cause that bitch is so flooded
I'm cookin' these hits like they came out the oven
I'm sick with this

stop thinking & just blackout
Depression & cnxiety weighs heavy when I think about being homeless in that stash house
Stuck on particular ways of thought

nights of being pegged by her stairin’ eyes! 
(Chorus)  Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck,

is right now
Party people in the house get live wild out

From Hard Rock to pebble dust
Jump back in like double dutch
In the clutch when they warm it

and more IN-OUTS 

I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house 

catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS 

I spray fluid by the ounce,

The Unlocking

The Roots

Do You Want More?!!!??!

1995

in a death cunt clutch 
He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punch 
Just like the rest of that sorry ass bunch 
Now here comes Six ready

in a death cunt clutch 
He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punch 
Just like the rest of that sorry ass bunch 
Now here comes Six ready

Cassy's store
Hit the train track by Smiley Co.
Tryin' to get to my grandma's house
Way on Goode Street, man that's out
We 6 Deep, we look suspicious, man

Where I'm s'posed to sleep?
Everything on me, since you want to put the blame on me
Fucking shame on me
Let it rain on me, that's on me
You're homo's,

my gun in
Waitin for you to come in
I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo
Hey stop lookin at me, hater
Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you"
Now

I pray everyday..
But I think I'm losing my faith, by the moves that i make. But I’m choosing my fate, but if I sedate, tell the world I was great

played out
I still finesse on my off days that's a off-shore by the bay now
None of this shit is for play now
Nothing more that I could say now
I'm gon'

Gouda

B-Legit

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch

I got

the house recording for 2 weeks 
A nigga out here writing true shit
Niggas on the block been like; "boy your new shit's sick
When you dropping that next shit?

Watcha Wanna Do

Lil Wayne

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,

thinking they won't like that
Too much
But I see them Grab a lens
And zoom up
Treat em like a cat
I'm Zouma
Was about jumped by a cougar
Pulled an instant

Ferrari, house on 5 acre ground
That's when I say

Chorus
Sen:
Nigga I got it for 25
I got it
That's when I pull up and I drive the 5
I pull up