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conventions now they standing by
Denominator must be zero way my money can't divide
Aye, On the Marijuana,
Bank account got new kicks it got a pair of commas

Stand Up

Lil Wayne

Down and Dirty, Vol. 32

2008

nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
Stand up
You don't want to see the triggerman bust
Hit you and your mans

Stand Up

Lil Wayne

Best Thing Smokin, Vol. 17

2008

nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
Stand up
You don't want to see the triggerman bust
Hit you and your mans

the tradition of giving diamond engagement rings is something hallowed, historical and healthy. Dead f*cking wrong my friend.
It’s a modern development, a dirty

life into his chest 

On other side there was a man
Whose hopes was shattered by tales no more told
He stayed every night and he gazed 'pon the moon

fucking on the low-key
Tryna pull up on me
When you know I'm by my doly
Yelling at me
"Nigga you was just up inside of me"
And now that you got what you

Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down

pussy"
I just sat back, my legs started shakin'
Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'
I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her

Skitso

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

panicked thoughts, damn
Frantic killings constantly, now I'm sought
Wanted, but I give a fuck, fool I'm the hunter not the hunted
Bushwick the name Geto

We move like bandits take man's candy 
Scoring points like Ramsay the van comes handy meet by Grandby Scousers moving Frantic 
I don't like snoozing

The preacher man with the holy Bible
Standing on top of a body with nuns holding candles
Speaking in tongues while the hunter is aiming with his rifle
Pass me

what's good my guy
You know, niggas is poor like wifi
Moody blues, like I'm ore da stand
Spicy girls and she don't need a man
Sticky fingers unzipping my

racks
Chat too much it can get too bad
Step away from my mob you don’t wanna get stabbed

21 on my watch but I ain’t no Savage
Time flies by man i have

[intro]
Uh uh ugh ugh (hmmmhmmm) (hmmmhmmm}
Y’z up E N T yea yea 

[Chorus]
Meet me by the bar bar bar bar
I be leaning on the bar bar bar bar
I know

Mix the crown with the molly okay
If I fuck with her body I call her a dolly
Mix the crown with the molly okay okay
Man I can't feel my legs hope

How do you want me to rap?
To stay relevant so I drop the same trap?
To stay relevant so I drop the same crap?
I swear by God I rather shot by

the angel by your side
I'll be the angel by your side
I've said this before
In case you're wondering
I'm not a Forerunner
But I'm forerunnin' this see my

cock
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I follow you in pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back
The sins of the flesh

the vanishing act
Are you really gone forever or you plan to come back?
Another man damaged by the vanishing act
Who would've thought you had a magical knack?

Grippin' Grain

E.S.G.

City Under Siege [Wreckchopped and Screwed]

2000

wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what

[Hook: DeShawn Hill]
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Exursion, swang and bang
Still gripping grain
(Northside man huh, Southside

I told you I am the oldest of six children, my parents Goliath and Grendel,
my younger brother Muscle Man, my sisters Lamia and the Three Furies,
but

not bleeding but the man down the hall
Federal badge and all
Just came back from the mall oh shit
Friendly fire I make my way up the staircase
Sneaking

fiends to serve
Out here making plays
Everyday
I got some shit reserved
I was on that block with my mans sending shots
Niggas talking crazy on the gram I

They could never stop me from greatness
So like I said call me the hunter
I want the rifle with the scope
I'm on my own path make my own way
Call me