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shit
To the (?)
50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit
(?) gold crown on a real nigga wrist
Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch
.40 cal, no

friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't

the chain
Bitch you ain't wit us
Im feelin like chief keef my jeans 300
Diamonds in the nose piece
I got the seas flooded
We had the city on our back
The last

to prepare for me
On the Greyhound from ATL is
How I move my weight
And I vowed to never let a
Fuck nigga remove my plate
And I never lose my faith
Check out

Game Still Recognize Game

Coo Coo Cal

Walkin' Dead

1999

I let em know, fo sho 
Coo Coo Cal still got much game 

[Verse 1]
Still got that drive in my eyes for this rap 
And let the city know, 
better

honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state,

Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows

Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if

Let me hold that weight and it close that safe
Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices
Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis
Congo bands can't

Money Clip

Action Bronson

Convertibles

2014

Let me hold that weight and it close that safe
Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices
Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis
Congo bands can't

weight get P.O.P 
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you 
Sold in a see through right price I deliver 
Tell ya

But I'm in my feelin's about this shit (oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
But I had to set the fuckin' record straight, so (yeah, yeah)

I admit it, admit it (I

man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea

Too bad that lil bitch couldn't make the cut
I came in drippin', drippin' in designer
I got an ese, not an assignment
Too many chains on, my bitch

Diamonds

French Montana

Diamonds

this ice on my hands got my wrist numb
Ice, ice, shivering, brr, brr, shivering
Bling, bling, you can see it on the chain
Ching, ching, catch me

phonies, they fakes
These *** ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muh*** bi-nuss

I stay on the block and risk my life
Day in and day out until a ***

God)
Smooth as fuck but I'm really a criminal
Servin' yayo while I'm smokin' medicinal
By any means I'ma get to my pinnacle
Poppin' percs got me feelin

the hood, you might get shot with an arrow
I was Prada'd up, double strapped, you was rockin' some Aero'
Yeah, yeah

My plays, my weight, my chains, my

sent him on chill shit, like Will Smith
Got the sick bars and the I'll spit
Better believe I'm getting all up in your grill, quick

I been feelin

my bed, I'ma lie in it, mum
Live by the gun, die by the gun (chyeah)
All the blood, sweat and tears that I shed was all worth it
When I see my

live my life I'm feeling blessed up
I take a chance I roll the dice I know I'm next up
I pick the locks a smith with words I put the tools up
They call

no jelly
Back start touching my belly
I had to go dip the sauce
Now money fall like ConFetti (Oh)
Had to do it all no help
Feelin like I owe myself

Rabbit Run

Eminem

International Singles [Box Set]

2003

Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My

Rabbit Run

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My

meant bleep
Had a Radio at my Head feelin like a Creep
Dont sleep on or mix me in a dream with some sheep
Leave you six feet give you that spiritual