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a trillion times
You never seen man cry till you seen man die
So far from sucken place
I can't tell youngin put the yappa away
But I tell him grab a extra clip

mind day and night
Yɛyɛ edwuma din for the cash
Sika mba yea mennda yɛ sika mba yea mennda yɛ
We following till we get it we following till we die
We

I'm back tHUG LIFE baby

Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug till I die
Ain't nobody can stop me

Till the day I die (I die)
I ain't gone stop till we chillin at the top
I'm still me (Still me)
Ain't a damn thing change (No)
Don't care bout fame
I

Seven

Shabaam Sahdeeq

The Underground Railroad

2000

feat. El-P, J-Live, Mr. Complex, Shabaam Sahdeeq
[?]
I'm workin hard son certain to get the job done
Excuse me flirtin with stardom but not

head high
As I steady grind
Dreaming to the sky
Watch me hustle
Till the end of life
Watch me hustle
Till the end of life
But wait I'm back
On this

Times passing
At the speed of light, by the eye
Like a g with a j, must be high
Must be right what I'm doing
I oblige, come to find
What I

and elevate
It's kind of sad lately I barely even pray
If you a real one throw one up for me today

Westside till I die Ima hustle for mine
Westsdie till I die

all and watch em die, one by one like domino's fall in line
My daily life is what you might call a crime
But I aint hard to find and that's all the time

(To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this

the trenches to the street, we grind till Monday
No vacation, steady grinding, we work on Sundays
The hustle must pay, e go pay one day
I was reading back in

New National Anthem

T.I.

Paperwork [Deluxe Edition]

2014

of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was

but their naked till
They bite this bredren 
My style is hunging on a tree in the garden of of eden 
Too much weapons I told you guys ideal in arms 
If

sleep nor dae yate we go sleep wae we die
For fen am nor to haram nor to subahanalai
We dae make moves tay den moves multiply
We don get am by the ones

won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for

You having your time for 1 night
So hungry you ate up the lies
Fed to you by 
The devil in disguise

 

Hit up “Da Strip Club”
Whole bunch of whores
We

Too speak to Lil Oso press 918
I'm posted up In Tulsa I'm surrounded by corona
Smoking and I'm toting on a back-wood I'm a stoner
Need to realign my

mind 'cause I'm Juicy J
Throw, and I get a nine, tint all in my cars
Hoes acting hard
Blowing smoke on a broad call my boys like all aboard
Turn up

up
And stop actin like a old tampon; stuck up
Give me something to put my stamp on the tramp gone, "What up?"
I make ya bust nuts till ya nut up

crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my

would make me cool
They played me like untuned bassoons and chewed me up like Juicy Fruit
Till I turned them into balloons and spun em round like

me if you can when I'm

I'm On The Interstate in The Chevrolet
In The 55 going 78
On 285 just passed 78
With a loaded nine smoking on some mary j
Bitch

Play and hustle day and night, it's my Wicked Worldwide
Day to dark morning light, till I'm Wicked Worldwide
All I need is on my side, yea we Wicked

love you till you’re gone
The marathon goes on
Crazy how we got to die for us live inside the minds
Of every fan up on the planet, we hold
Fuck it I