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Don't Trust No

Jamal

Last Chance, No Breaks

1995

speeding
I like weed and cash
Rolling with my doggs on five
Claim them with a nine
Bitch coming down the dozing on a sunny day
And get done by Jamal

service I be riding down the boulevard
Arm leg leg arm head, free gods
Ten percent behind the big lights
for the high, eighty five gotta pay the price
five

I'm a Brownsvillian

M.O.P.

Foundation

2009

diesel, it gets lethal
It's Lil' Fame a/k/a Clarence the 5th Beatle
I'm kosher, my paradigm is Hebrew
It's +Common Sense+ dawg, I do it for +The People+

order a pie
Meet up in the morning at the corner at nine
Then party and bullshit till
A quarter to five


Yo in this struggle you
Gotta have Street Smartz

not a whole lot you can do then
A-wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-lop-bam-boom!
Next up what-up you got the whole damn crew
So I grabbed them by the wrist

think I’m a spazz
If you around me you know I’m relaxed
I’m throwing parties if I got the open
I loss my cool for a sec, need a moment
I keep on winning

She's so kind
She's everything you can imagine multiplied by 5
She loves everyone regardless of their background 
No matter what you're involved with

Missionaries up from the South
Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths
Big company muscles flex
And we're all pulled along by the seat of our

can't treat you nice)

5pm on Friday, that's my salvation
I crack you open, you taste amazin'
Down the hatch, flows smooth
It's the weekend, I live by no

I been stressed out
Working double over-time
Puttin' in a dollar barely makin' back a dime
Waitin' for a check
Gonna ride out the night
I can feel

Them shots can send
He don't know that Smith & Wesson
Gotta spare drum
Let a nigga play dumb
Red Rum
(Yeah)
We all in the party
Them niggas tweakin
Fonem

Next morning, hangover, hit me like a doomsday
I was tryna get over all the hate and all the rude things
Mend a broken heart that was broken by my boo

she on 

To be exact imma baller 
NO I D all the times imma caller 
4, 5 feet with the thighs imma stalk her 
Roll by me 
If it's fast imma follow

the hood
When all I’m try’na do is maintain?
Why is being a deadbeat, a gangsta in the streets
Rapping and shooting are my main stereotypes?
Why when I party

with no patience
Raised by pop culture
Fostered into underground
It was easy writing lyrics couldn’t find a sound
I can’t imagine when it’s all over

GTA V I'll be hoppin over trains
The beat hoarders, no peace offerings
Like empire mixtapes, this shit is just not for the weak hearted
Ya see coffins

selling pussy at the party is the wave now
When niggas say they pimpin on a bitch it really bore me
Imagine coming home to over 40 like its pay pal
House

While I'm finding the 5th element
Keep settling with your dopes but ill be revenant
Dead man walking
Crash your party creepers talking low
Haters stalkin'

and snippity dippity
Ninja really, Pikk and me been recording since Auda-City
Sony Acid, usb mics shorts like Swisher minis
Now we innie, Black Panther party

ain't no stopping once we turn up
Move out the way or get crushed
Run over here by the bulls stomped
How you talk we can tell you a little lost
Don't try

hear? 
(Trying to appeal to my peers) 
But I seem to think ahead of them by seven years
No cheers, don't drink beer or go out til I hear roosters crow,

to that, she might be bold, might be holding back
But I bet she over that, shortie brought weed said "open that"
Changed the tune to Uzi, by the time we got

styling hard 
Louie V on my waist 
Yea that b**** is hard 
That n**** acting really hard
Until I pull his card
Y'all n**** ain't on shi yo flexing bout

cum, I can tell by her thighs

Oh Lord, you should see her when I'm in it

You should hear some of the sounds, it's the best six minutes

Just a quickie,