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blue
You’re my sweet, I got sweets for you
I got love - it’ll make you feel good

I’ve been waiting for the right time
I’ve been thinking of the right

Still feel like there's '01 in my headset
2001 in my headset

Speakers up until they rock the trunk
They hear my style and they wonder where I got it

Fought my manager ass
Bout some Petty cash 
Right off cascade
By the Applebee's

And they seeing the good
That I keep on doing
Always capping
Now they

The type that Wu-Tang a blunt to feel it in they fart
Know you get it Chase, we lack our personal space
But sometimes we put our mother's in the stupidest

slowly
I be finessin', you think that it's holy
I could probably get you VIP with the floor seats
Tell your boy back, back yeah, he don't know me
Yeah, I

We're at the private pool party and there's play boy bunnies sunning and they aint wearing nothing
I'm about to be up to something like no good, I'm

simple
Like a old movie
Now I wear preme and shop at the gucci 
Feel good thunbin through the back end dont it
Like da baby said god damn im onnit 
Preme

sublime,
You already know it's by design,
This is all a part of my twisted mind,
You already know the way I rap is so divine,
Yeah, it's so fine,

Ima just

a Makavelli

Hate preppy niggas in the closet get they ass rocked

Catch em' in the streets and string em' by they ascot

Red dot, cash pot, real niggas get it

She's something you can't forget
She's something you can't forget
Jump in, come one

Move with me as we float that way
It feels so good could be here

job
Or good enough job
With my five boys, I feel like I did
The best that I can
And I love them very much

Since I was a young boy I seeked validation, seeked explanation
Always searching for the truth somehow never found it
Always giving you my best,

thirty in the Glock
Now we walkin' wit' a stick
And trap house, it got bed bugs, Pressa
He got bit
Feels good I don't gotta see my lawyer
Still wit'

Fuckn dudes dry to wet heart beating
Out ya chest lemme hear ya
Lemme feel ya no questionnaire
Don't wanna grill ya have a good time Would
It kill ya

it just me 
Or this world 
Is completely crazy 
Damn 
I feel so sorry for you ladies

Yeah

Thx to kylie 
Even if you're all made of plastic 
Girls all

here by my side
And I can't do without, keep my eyes open wide
And it feels so damn good, I just want you to stay
With the horizon at your back that will

the town with a pound of that sticky ayeeee slaving for the state is the only stake and what good is it if a nigga get sent away but tell me what the fuck

Creek
Budy sold a couple ounces, now he think he Big Meech

Feel like MJ off of Space Jam, I got long reach
Dive wrong for this water, know it turn

Gun Clap Music

Onyx

Triggernometry

2003

name from the hood and our game from the hood
I think it's time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
Be real to our hood
And if we don't we'll

Follow My Lead

Baby Beesh

Screwston, Vol. 2: Pink Soda

2001

your spine
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme 
Boy I beat yo lil' behind
And stop and rewind, feel my lines 
Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine
Little

and I'm taking it back
I do it for fun and I won by a lap
Oh you were serious I gotta laugh ha
I've been a have and a have not
Living my life eating bologna

Everybody know that Cali come to collect
He gon' boom on the net, you will come to respect
One little side step and I'll leave you to death
It'd be

my heart was set up was
It didn't know the difference between truth and assumptions
There's something
That's steady tryna limit my function
It might be

Poems for post modern decay

Yeah, Everyday's a new change
Model life strain
Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
To be good worker bees, you