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the S.M.V
So pull out your change put some ends on the party
A penny for your thoughts getting domed up by a thottie
Drink after drink taking shots of Bacardi

you, Pokémon
Lower your brightness
I can out write you, with my arthritis
And I ain’t even write this
I gotta copyright this
Why you niggas always acting

fucking the leaf up
Smoke in my lungs
I won't live on da run
Rather ply pressure
N stick to my guns
Wish i had tought like this
When i was young
Probably by

a palace
My stanzas be malice
I come from the Windy City (Chiraq)
I flow like Atlanta (Flow like Atlanta)
Bring drip by the gallon
My shit need a patent
Work

the lines
Chart out my moves I excel every time
Word to the power I bring to the paint
They see me driving they open the lane
Barely a point to hit brakes in

I'll ride your daughter like a cowboy
Ride your son with my gun in the sun
Ride along with the 5-0
Shootin' off my pocket rocket
My pants be full, with

should have been my friend

Take the roll call, count off one by one. 
Who's the preacher? Who's got the gun? 
Grand Theft Auto, Call of Duty
It's

get hit
By so many cars, that's whips
Load so many nerf guns, that's clips
That's definite
Eating chips, dip
Carlton is Kip
Smithers, come hither
Yung

nose, if you brown nose
Clip tucked up
Move around undercover, Black ops, Tucker
They all sound woo when the clan bring ruckus
Tempted by the tune

the Yung D
Your bitch get to quivering when she fuck me
Slip on something silky so I can get cream
I ain't got the time to beef on a 16
We the classifieds,

rightfully mine
Gamble with a gun
And your bound to see the light
There's not a web under to carry us when we take the fall
Down the path to collapse and yet

Fort Griffin

on the flats by the Clear Fork this bare saloon
pardon me
the backbar black cherry with scrolls of gilt the mirror the nude and the dog

No, I can't lie
If this be the day that I Die
I pray that I Left shit right
I Took a left almost lost my life
Keep your life
Let me make this right

A violent past with spiced sauce
Not counting cost of blood or bottle spilled
Hatred and loathing, Your life fulfilled
Consumed by your own vanity

gun, I consider my clique
Thought twenty was a lot until a nigga seen sixty
Down to my last two bands, had to risk it
I been a lot of things, but a nigga

it cause I posted images of my butthole, damn, yawl can't even blame me
Guns like I'm Paul Blart
Make your fucking heart stop
Second life credit card

left the pills right where the gun be
I'm sorry mama for the problems from your star seed
All right all lights when I'm in the room
Pointed at me

rookie
I'm all in, you aint takin nothin 
Try to test me Imma show you something
Draco on me got 100 round
And in front of your momma Ima gun you down

pocket pop and lock that's another day another stack
Ransid corpses formed to ant hills shit i pull a knife on a gun in a fucking stand still
You don't

With niggas in front you?
Picture niggas in front of
With a gun right on you 
Click Clack Boom
Now its blood on ya shoes 
Click Clack Boom
Now its blood

wars on foreign shores
That's what people are talking about

Some have a little and some have not
I'm getting by with what I've got
The rich getting

Let 'Em Burn

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause

I'm That N***a

Erick Sermon

Music [Clean]

2001

what the hell you think?
Def Squad baby baby, Double Trouble, Wild Style
My gun goes, BLAOW BLAOW, soundin like an M 80
And those comin for mine without

vegetable
Working I'm on schedule
Learning with every lesson
Man earning is so pleasurable
I really bring the danger
Soul taker; toe tagging feet; it's 'bout