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doing this for the, 2001, let's rock
World premiere
World premiere
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it
Stop
I got what you need
So tell me what you
He said "kid, I'm gonna put you in a cell
I want your wallet and your belt"
I said, "Obie, I can understand your wantin' my wallet, so I don't have
fault so I'mma do it by myself
I'm gonna be that guy who you met that October
I'm gonna recreate those first three months over
And times them by a million
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
here,
He got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man,
A-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall
Say three o'clock
Last
Headed to the door bout
To see whats happenin'
So when we in the spot, yea
You know we clown peace up, A-town down
You know where I'm from
You know where
love me?
Did you ever love me, or are you showing me the door
Ohh baby you think I'm so blind
Ohh baby I'm not playing around this time
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
don't even know what I like
I just know they don't love me, I need to hold me a wife
So I can settle down and focus in life
Or I'm gonna die alone in
get him a mil
Aye long live savage
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit
You probably hid, blood in your
Maestro
Blunt smoke gun smoke back door front door nigga there ain't nowhere you can go
Everybody get down on the floor we need what you got plus more
I
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I
the box until the money fill it (money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it (make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
to hide
It is all glamour from here
It is tainted with fear
Hear the sound clearly
Don't leave me dearly
I need you by my side
While I am on trial
Waiting
pills
So I ripped out the door
All the covers down on the floor
No shoes, I just walk on my tears
Callin' him over and over and over again
While I
just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By
something they can sing about
(Take it all you need me)
Rule one, better live what you speak bout
Rule two, don't slip when you creep out
Rule three, grab
it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
(You fucking
on shit
Everything I do is awesome
I’m adored bitch
The keys I give you don’t work
Knock down the door next
Y’all been wrong since I started
The same as I
this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth so
the A Train
Even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain
Get off at 181st, and take the escalator
I hope you're writing this down, I'm gonna
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