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seriously serial vet viciousness vas viral nigga I swear some are so suicidal versus vet there's no survivor line is flat There's no more vitals no reversing
more exclusive
Victims are what the system produces
Some are abusive
Afraid to penny-pinch
You control a man if you control his mind
Willie Lynch
Some
keep off
Couting like ?
? ? ?
We drove to San Fransisco in go-karts
More flesh than golden
? ? ?
? ? ?
But by the evening we were off again
Lost again
people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it's time to get a real
I'm Martin Luther King
Knocked Out
What that mean
He be dreaming
Any given Sunday Willie Beemon
I'm trying to be more than local
I'm thinking bicoastal
taking
Is there any other way?
Is there any other way?
The burden
The burden
You can't save me
There is nothing more to give
I am changing
bigger, and there's way to many freaks
The muffler's draggin' and the tailpipes weak
Now these hoes are gettin' hungry
Monoxide's treatin'
We stopped
each other
But not so separate, just a lot more equal
Ain't that what life's about? Have I left anything out?
There are ways to make this world
Smith
I come with the ill shit, still good
More dangerous than Mill Woods
See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it
nervous
As Americans were not learning. As humans they don’t deserve this!
Until what end? Dominic Hutchinson And Willie Tillman
are more than just
and our brothers
As I stare down the barrel of this life as an American
I find myself in the sites of a loaded gun.
Outside that cactus town there lives
and there’s nothing to lose
Same story getting old but it’s up on the news
Real reason that they hating
Cause I’m loving to choose no more plantation
breaking rules no more
I destroy them
Real rudeboy, breaking all the rules
Real rudeboy, breaking all the rules
Real rudeboy, breaking all the rules
Real
Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
not the only one
And I know I shouldn't care
But when I feel these things are real
I wish I felt you there
And if I did, I'd ask you
How come life is so
Are high!
Beyond the hills of tomorrow
Are skies more beautiful still!
Behold! Begin!
There are worlds to win!
May we come to trust
The dreams
young'ns and their kinfolk
And let em' know there's more to life than a G of coke
If you used to push weight then you relate
'cause you already had a taste
6-car garage
Wrap around driveway
Spectre by the door
Understand to understand
Or use Google more
There's a lot more in store
Vision of boutiques
Accounts
of others and I was on the trip squad
I was one of them probably the only one they just kind of got
Me in there for free
Because I didn't have any money
to Shaker Heights
When I decided where I really wanted to live
More than any other place
Was Radio City
I thought it was a wonderful little city
Near New
on a roll?
Do you love your life? Are you achievin any goals?
Or are you sad, mad cause it ain't your way?
Call mom and dad they'll be glad that you ain't
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
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