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I get the chills doing this shit
The haters say I’m cursed, it’s a curse like explicit
You had some hot shit I must’ve… must’ve missed it
And your

The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't

Woke up in the Mill
Whipped it to the Chi
Rolled up a little bit of loud
was gifted by the by-
standers turned fans after I hit'em with the live
sign

Mac Melph Calio

U.N.L.V.

Greatest Hits

the funny style,
Start fuckin' around, with a juvenile,
You see the bitch was tryin' to sink a nigga, G,
Talkin' all my business in the muthafuckin' streets,

you
Haunted by the ghost of us
Sorry, now I've said too much
I had to
I had you

Can't help but wonder

Are you ready, are you ready, are you

juvenile delincuents and we're addicted to the pleasures! 
You call it excess and debauchery Because we live with no restriction
Angry punks and thrashers,

and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never

Speaker

Snoop Dogg

The Greatest Story Ever Told

2008

(we did)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around,

9MM

Snoop Dogg

In the Carter Chronicles

2008

(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go

I got a nine millimeter (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)

is in my view
I'ma get it right, just so you

Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke

mama's only son

But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one

Every nigga and they mama askin' why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in

I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You got a pistol motherfucker better kill me

woulda went bonkers by the end of college
Knowing you sent 'em was my only solace
I think about what happened in August, All the time
Took me ages

you better live, life no sedatives
So I’ll appreciate the moment for what it is
& not my false construct or edifice
See to build up you gotta break down

ready for the long ride
So make you no take my heart, dey do anyhow
Yeah hey hey hey
I just wanna live my life
With omo to fine, wey set, wey go dey by my

in private but never tagged a post or ever mention

Free the ones who never told, lone live my  cousin's soul
Every since a juvenile , we stuck up

Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really

Pain and that trauma just the life of a young nigga
I'm tryna' run me up a bag, touch some huns' nigga
Feel like the only way to live is by a gun

that's how I live as a boss
I get to the bag and by any means
I'm still going hard with nothing to eat
Kick down the door they won't give me a key
I want

This a ham-ass beat
If you ain't know though, it's McFly Ho
Bop bop ta ta ta ta ta
I'm tryna have a good day
Everything you manifest with your mind

to nobody lived life by my rules

Wrist locked in chains I grew up in the system Shelburne and Waterville are like juvenile prisons 

They took away my

Rollin' Up Some Mo'

Boss

Thug on da Line

2001

with Alize get drunk and talk slick
Nigga be sizin me up, you know I'm ready to flip
My niggaz stay smokin out, sippin Hen and Tengery
Nigga, we be

step to squeeze
Swinging fists is juvenile
Fights lead to pipes
No evidence to proceed to trial
You see the foul
I'm the seed of Jestina's child
We only

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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