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to the hustlers
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas
Drug 'em in gutters mo' murda me style, now
Put 'em on the ground, lay down
Nigga check my thang the way that

teaching
Put the guns down before you get Gunned down

Aye aye aye
Keltec out the backpack go pap pap
Hellbent in all black no turnin back Back
Hot-lead make

your feelings is hurt
Counting money sipping lean make me burp
Putting in work had to snatch up a purse
Distracted by bitches you stare when they flirt

the gun towards me
I can't bear another wasted life
Mine's already wasted, so give me a reason why
I shouldn't die, so much talent in the ground
I barely

Every Time We Come Around

Jadakiss

I Changed a Lot

2015

around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you, oh
Every time we come around, ah
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around

They think I'ma gun 'em down

truckers
Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
Guaranteein that shorty can move it around
In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here

Thick As A Brick, Pt. 2

Jethro Tull

Thick as a Brick

1972

Well, let me sing of the losers who lie
In the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty, the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god

watched
Everybody run on me
Ride around with the devil creeping
Gotta keep my gun on me
Cus I’d be damned if niggas think
They could pull one on me
Chances

The mind and the money really don't mix in
Now do you understand
Come with me to the higher grounds my friend

*C.LOCO*
Illusions delusions makin' me insane

That’s where you headed boy, to pine
Oil heaven i'mma get that gun, and
Then I'mma get that money i don’t
Believe you got it in you
Jake i'mma go get

ten times worse
Keep your niggas out they feelings when they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt

Put the pen to paper for you

you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison

I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me

there's a lot of tings we can’t agree on
You got a big tune, put me on
I’m on a showerman ting, what's he on?
Come to your house in a Ford Orion
Draw for

they saying
I'm like the lil brother with the controller, I'm not playing
Any nigga in any state, I can run through 
Once you hear this, bet you put me

Put it back, if you wanna let go
'Cause I keep it on the gas and I'm eerily focused
I gun it a hundred miles and runnin'
Keepin' 'em wonderin', until

Funky Town, Buck em down 
Bunker down in a ditch 
In the trenches, dead snitches, red bitches
You Kill a pet, smell the stench
c 100 Guns, 100 Rounds, Run

my ground like a man draw the line in the sand 
Family over everything regardless how it land 
I’ll be damned if my soul damned 
And me and karma gotta

the therapy
That I put you in, because no body really cares to see
While you talking to your therapist, I'm getting sucked on by your bitch
She's not used

This song was manifested by myself and many others

I've been getting so high
I don't wanna come down
Back to the ground
I've been getting so high
I

(Yeah)
100 round stuffed in the drum, I got a FN
Yeah, He know me by now
If it's bout the money, Then I'ma go in
Yeah, She know me by now
If it's bout

that's gon' gun for me
No YGs, just a bunch of YOs
That'll aim and hit you right in your Eye-O
Or you living to die, you must want to die slow
By

I Sho Will

Lil Wyte

Phinally Phamous

2004

ghetto platinum *honkey* rippin it
Take that to the bank get a deposit slip and fill it out
For a hundred thou, turn around and shove it in yo mouth
Do

the gun smoke 
For the East to the West Coast 
Nigga get ??? no problem Barry 
You no cemetery, Home 
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods 
A man

Hottest price round this side of town 
How the fuck we put it down y'all
Yeah yeah

Wine stains my teeth 
Blood stains my clothes
And these hoes in