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running this rap shit

[Slim Thug]
Big Pic Big Ballin, you talking backwards life
Big Pic big broke, that sound mo' right
First of all on the cash blast,

is stable, that was just a fable we were told
By those afraid of growing old
You think I'm lonely, but you don't even know me
You're reaching for my

no cash, you don't wanna fuck with me
i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree
with the strike of a match hit the gasoline
drop pills! drugs

by the crack spot
Fat wad of cash gets snatched up outta half knots
Or have what evers, pass my Beretta
.38 Special, perhaps they knew me better

So

The Chance, Ms Sancha Needs Cash
And She Wants It Fast
Give Me All That You Got Homeboy
'cuz This Cuete That I Got Aint A Toy
It Packs Nothin But Hot Lead
Throw

dream.
I got food on my plate, I got shoes on my feet.
I'm walking into the future and I'm watching my back
I'm stacking my coins and counting my cash

look like shit
All these years, they ain't done you no justice. (Look at'chu!)
I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash
Still bitter over a badge you

que de bons souvenirs mais certains jours frisent la démence
Tu me parles de cash, de clichés, je parle de rage, de fauchés
Entre nous se creuse un

the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed
And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't fuck with me trick
(ready,

To get it off your mind
Well I start hearing melody's
So I grabt my pen and pad and recline
On my grind

(Chorus)

(Rap by Warren G)
We on the grind y'all

sayin'

Verse 1:
I ain't tryna get cash, this task
Hate to make our hits last(the world)
??? the beats so fast
Your boy got whiplash
We got different

Up and down like a see saw
Coast along with no real cause
Tranquilized by the scenery
Hypnotized so easily

I used to dream about everything in

Words & Music by Greg Sczebel 
© 2006 Greg Sczebel/Soultone Publishing (SOCAN) 

So you got a Lexus
And you flex this 
Every single chance you get

hydro
Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh
Used to be in the red star, gettin my head slobbed
from the old school hoe that swallowed the egg nog
I

me drown
cuz I haven't learned to swim
in a boat lined with deceit
your the anchor by my feet
fill up the hole you've dug for me
I'll be rising to my

[Juelz Santana:]
Catch me where you catch me
find me where you find me
in the hood or on the island
im probably by a palm tree
skull gang chain nigga

more cash more heat

45 hot glocks-  sellin' rocks on a block

Till the kids overdose- I get shot by the cops

You've given me a blessing- to want

Right by the ways for niggas who won't play
Got birds for niggas who won't pay, and they
Goin for cheap dogg I got that yay
Bird Dogg

[Baby]
Aye, it's

Still too rare to die so alive I've stood 
But keep an eye on the sky cuz tonight I'm in the mood
See my star shoot thru like a drive by in '92
Just know

of truth
When you opt for silence
Those swallowed by violence
Won't be there when it comes for you
Oh my friends
This ain't a sad song
Keep marchin'
Though

your eyes no longer 
Can we sit in shit its time to rise life full of maggots niggas and flies trash
Ass and cash where does the truth lie as the youth

question
Henny, tequila to flex (okay)
Few shots of the Henny I'm tipsy, I'm shmizzy
This shit got me textin' my ex (goddamn)

Smacked by 10:45
Got

him the cash and the food stamps
He just stood there looking all confused and
I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck ain't he movin?"
C'mon crazy white boy,

shallow and I know this
I just wanna see I so just wanna see my potential but
chances are I'll blow it
So I'm turning off my cell why can't we be by