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In order to achieve your destiny
You got to make and manifest it
Work at it
Grind harder than you've ever grind before
But ya better not go off half

half cocked
When I shoot off these rocks
When my pan goes pop
My load shoots up the spot
I ram rod more shots 
While I dream up my plot 
To steal all

fits the clothes 
Pic your battle, photographer, don't get exposed  
Some get live, tryna put on a show
Go off half cocked, only pop promo 
Selling

might go off only half-cocked/
One shot, one kill, like I’m Hathcock/
Gettin’ brain up in my whip I hit the jackpot/

Bitch I’m sippin’ number 7 till my

Holy Toledo

Crystal Bowersox

Farmer's Daughter

2010

full, my gun is half-cocked
Mm Holy Toledo, oh

Now I've said too much, I'm losing touch
Step on the gas and off the clutch
Mm oh, I'm gonna leave

of this Is Half Cocked 
You Gotta Slow Draw Only Half Cocked Would Never Get Sold On My Block
cny Nigga Want cny Type Of Beef From Me That Pussy Can Hold My

And the rest of them just have to live with it
It's a cakewalk pissing off half-cocked broads
Squawking like they're topping this shop talk
It's my lips on your

Sweet Robbery

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds]

1995

pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause half cocked glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel

a skater in transition
Half pipe Half baked
Half cocked Half mast
All gas and no brakes

Few takes but mostly I giver
It's a high brow top rope fore arm

bored
Existentially yours
And out of my face
Too many miles on the clock
Gone off half-cocked
Dethroned and defrocked
And going to waste

Could be that

They don't know 

Its real out here in the street yeah
Hustling and grinding everyday
Windows half cocked, low like my eyes
Top dropped, beat rock,

Half cocked and half baked
Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake
My mistake, sign a track agreement
For more Gs than lines

Half cocked and half baked
Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake
My mistake, sign a track agreement
For more Gs than lines

The Fever (Aye Aye)

Death Grips

The Money Store

2012

Touch with everything I'm doin'
Argh mass confusion
Can't make more electrocution

Half cocked full tilt
Rabid dog
Filth argh
Know what I'm sayin'

Full photo shoot wit a backdrop
A flood in the booth, you my mascot
Baby way too cold to be half-hot
Way too triggered to be half cocked
Goin real fast

Full photo shoot wit a backdrop
A flood in the booth, you my mascot
Baby way too cold to be half-hot
Way too triggered to be half cocked
Goin real fast

diggin' her crapper
Go down on her snapper
While you're diggin' her crapper

You're both half-dressed
And you're both half-cocked
And the window is open

So cop a photo
Before I pop to the top
And cop a rock to go with lots of gold
I'm not, not what you thought
You thought you'd walk in
Show off lots

shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap

Half rich and I'm half not
Only ever been half cocked
Ain't popped off for

mayne
I really think its time I bring the flame
And go insane on these niggas, and pop off; no Tory Lanez
Half-Cocked like John Wayne
And spit this shit

Head half cocked and a slow gin grin, in a tin type sepia tone
Only earthly thing that still remains, from a year that all but gone
Evaporated like

You cling
Green grass, green
No thanks to your negligence
Half-cocked, fully-loaded pity fodder
Making it up like tongue to the blotter
Acidic half-wit

not step to this
Ready to go at any given minute
Always half cocked if you wanna try and get it
Dealing with this anger ever since I was 11
And I think

I give it to em till they tap
Half cocked

I go right back to the attack
Neurotoxin laced
Unless the venom head spinning
Heart slows in pace
Freezing