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Saiban
We the pack, and we coming for the sheep
Call me by ma name, hittas reaching for the peach
Hittas ducking, when they hear me on the beat
Every time

shots
Served up by women in nothing but tube-socks
Some true thots, connect a few dots
And you'll find me in bed with a blue fox listening to smooth rock

I'm used to running solo in the field
Quarterback sneak, put that on me
I got the speed, look at the cleats yuh
But now I'm finally checking out

milestone
Jim Morrison on the needle dose
Paul Walker on a pink slip race
Asian girl give me Suki head on a Kill Bill grace
I'm Michael Vick with the OJ Myth

Unh
High Grade
Yo, they tell me I did a lot
I ain't really do nothin'
Hah

Winter time comin'
Still 80 degrees where I be (Hah)
Chillin' by

mans dummies
The grinds then gone once one dons done it
No
Too much sniff to go petroleum on road call me Texaco
Cah if shits running low then it's text

Searching for a score
A bag full of notes with range
That don't have me door to door
Fuck it ya I'm done with these jobs
I'm ready to swim, shit, and never

on the tech with something heavy on the neck
That foreign by my side
She the devil in a dress
Try to press me on the dice
I'm a press one through your chest

a dig, a pad, a roof over my head
But no trusts me enough 'cause I don't have the good stuff
Livin' dead houses... owned by selfish asses
Are they already

creatively rearranging the faders
We innovative with layering all the ambient notes
Being haunted by a writer but it can't be a ghost
You're thinking champions

sleep, I cannot sleep I cannot eat, I cannot feel
Fuck what you feel, I'm on my pills I'm on my bills, I'm on my hill

I'm a, uh, I'm letting go bust down,

blows their head
Your want my mind?
Take my words insted (Yeah)


I'm the definition of ill
Where's my dollar bill? (Cash)
Put me up
I'm the one to close

John 13 (Love One Another)

It was before the feast time there in Jerusalem,
When Jesus came, and He knew his hour had come
To depart out of this

cross me
You go get fucked like a porno
Handle with the switch
That is not my Steeze
Out the game but connected
With people from Medellin
If you dream

like John Lenon
Making new waves out of old writtens
With these bars I’m a goon with no cufflings yeah
Must quit hoes koz they making me sick
Too much

Dbum dbum dbum soft ass got trucked by Ry
Max is so gay
Aye we fuck for free

How you get exposed playing never have I ever
Got my first kiss in

I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till

Silence that rot, man, I hope they John Hancock that well
You pledge to the cause? All in, no quit, man
Duty calls, it's over, all wigs get split

Abra cadabra you said Corona disappeared, poof
Let’s hit Ford’s theater no mask in DC with John Wilkes booth
Break bread with Bill Barr and David duke

attract when you a Christ dark
Bound to take notice when maneuvering the light
Flip the switch ON niggas and I’m raising my bill
I kinda got that Uncle Feel

Swizz Beatz, that's me cassidy, that's him
Full Surface, the label
Ruff Ryders, the family
Let's get it cracking
I'm in the booth, dog

Here is

Stepped by looked around
This is backwards hustling
Bills counting down
Clocking time like that 4.2 in 40 John ross
Hound
Any means but with in my

Glad to Know You

Chaz Jankel

Grandmix: The Disco Edition, Vol. 2

2003

to know you, and by way of welcome 
Pleased to meet you 

We laugh and cry as lovers will 
And howl at many moons 
Said the waiter as he wrote the bill

hoe keep her close 
We turn up getting' trippy getting lit off the dope lay low we can't High as a kite we roll
Hundred dollar bills Hollywood hills