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em
Heat stick tucked by the buckle
Gotta aim for the head when you bust em
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Gotta move by yourself when you hustle

warming up with a little something
My skull is bleeding, don't hold me Jesus
Torch thc stuff, by the hit wasn't phased, worried if I'm not feeling pain

See I made a lot of mistakes,
I mean it is what it was,
Hurt by a lot of muthafuckas,
Cuz they could, just because.
& All the sins I committed,
I had

Two

Rise & Shine

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

trying to get a little supper
Hunger pains is a mother, but whatever don't kill us make us tougher

[Hook]
Why do you, want to split our world in two

Walk With Me

WC

Southwest Riders

1997

to face with hisself 
Will I live to see my little one grow to be a G
Like his daddy W from the dub S see (look at that)

I keep the guts to keep

Click clock bang on bitch
Can't fuck with the clique
Your ass in a ditch
Your a rat little snitch
I ain't fucking with
I am born as a sin
Got your

Runaways

Sage Francis

Personal Journals

2002

onto a milk carton?
Framed, they're starting to look the same
Starting to say his name, and claim privileges
As if they found HIM!
The strangest little

ballin'
With a throwback jersey and "Phat Heads" we had all them
Damn, they used to tell me "B, never Stress the little things"
Back when Maxwell was still

You Gotta Stop

M-Boogie

Independents' Finest, Vol. 3

2002

herb, to make ends meet
And the smell was sweet (sweet) so so sweet
I'll just take a little hit to put some movement in my feet
Slow movement, slowly

for a wedding ring
Got my date with Destiny
As long as they requesting me
I make a lot of fettuccine
I take it slow so they hear it better
Take control

Ay yeah
Chill in the trap with the bitch yeah
She gon' ride on my dick yeah
She gon' fuck on the kid yeah
Better not give me that shit yeah
She want

just so ass, I'm sorry
You're so fucking quiet too
Marshy, Imma be honest, your music sucks
Like C'mon man, your getting destroyed by a duck
Like what

lucky
Nose ring tupac
Two arms two clocks
Used to hit bad little hoes in my dukes house
Any room she open her legs in is a pool house
One heart two lungs

I really live this shit, them other rappers capping
He was hella rowdy till he got his face smacked in
He was walkin' by his lonely
Yea we caught em

my favourite verses
Cursed but now I am bursting with a purpose
I deserve this no more time wasted by lurking in a basement
Getting wasted only lines I

month
Its real simple
I roll my life in a blunt
Just to make sure I have that save by the bell money
Look for that ring momma, shorty got a thing for me.

to lane
People scared to go pass
I'm just amazed by the way she
Got my sweats down so fast
She ain't no joke with her Stroke and got a grip with her
Lips

legal tender
Skinny nigga, but a big spender
Little bit of money, lotta bit of ego
If you introverted, I'm your fucking hero
And she thirsty for the ring

The part that enjoys it, on some little joy shit
Nah, it's like, Christian Mingle?
Bitch, I ain't no Kris Kringle
cnd I'll never flip singles
Many rappers

to find it, the only ones who lack are the simple minded)
Money (this is for the monetary gai n niggas getting into power by using their brain)
Power
I walk

The Maggot

Goldie Lookin Chain

Straight Outta Newport

2005

grabbin' bastard from Newport

I'm maggot with the GLC big shout to all the Valleys
Free Dick Turpin and the ring stinger
Big up to Dipper Nan Merthyr

ain't what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram now, tell me who you fuck with

When this ends
At least I'll have a reason

with this pretty little lady
Act like she shy, but I know she hella crazy
Glenfield my town, I’m the brown slim shady
If she ain’t a 10, then what’s with

got no homie
Saying that you’re real but you’re just another fobie
But you’re slow, not a Jaguar
Thinking that you’re, in Nascar
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