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Deep in the war-zone, where the trail and they heart's cold
Keep the banger on short-hand, surrounded by poor souls
They'll tear you apart though

heart, I'ma get it all
One time, I'ma let it all
Yo, shot murder tracks and I hide the clues
I don't just do this for your I's and O's
Hula, Popeye,

get put in a box like jack
Lil b**** what do you jack
Playing with cards like I'm pulling out jack
Now his mother keep calling his jack

917 I be

When I get the sweats in my room and I cry When I have decision where I live or I die Do I Play it safe or fuck the city up where I ride

Probably not

songs are written by cons trying' to get 
mom's permission to buy the neon addition J's. 
they don't know shit about carrying on tradition. 
Cats rapping

money don't you tell me how to spend it, --
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Rest In Peace lil chino always representing 
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Getting to them pesos I need them pesos trying to get ---
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(anh)
Lil nigga get your ass in the backseat 
Usain in this bitch, I’m winning the track meet
I’m not about the fame thank God that I’m past it
My

novel
First I’m playing superman, then I’m at a rival
Hoping I get popped, acting like I’m suicidal
And if I survive, then we gone play this shit by my

are
I'm just trnna kick back and make mad art 
Now and days when I hear rap they cap hard 
Got me feeling low, as some vans are 
Me I'm flowing, you

Yea I hate when they bro me
& they don’t really know me
Hate when the line gets cut when they owe me
Hate when they preach online bout the loyalty

like sneaker
Reaper
Ima fucking put it ina sleaper
Broke ass don gotta phone you prolly use a beeper
Hop on the track u get fucking brain washed
But you

a rap nigga but the bars I spit bring em back nigga
Got the whip game, not crack nigga, just word play for these tracks nigga
Kick door, like lil MAT,

to the show, it's sold out
Why you tryna act low down
We out in public , she so loud

Tell the Uber, take me home now
You can do it on your own now
By myself I

my growth
I value people close to me and that's my biggest oath
And to my brothers nlyb that's fucking quote
I'm working hard to get respect by all

a shitshow 
Re-up when it gets low
We up like we tip toed 
Gotta tell you my feelings like its Rick Roll
Niggas asking for chips 
No way can I do it today 
See

silly if
You ain’t a ho
My nigga get out of here saying
You don’t drink and smoke
Every time I have a sober mind
My thinking takes me low
Right now I’m

My chick told me I looked nice when I walked inside the salon
Make her dig my fuckin back out when she gets the fuckin claws
Play to motherfuckin

I been rappin
I been keepin my shit on the go
You been cappin
Everybody know we on the low
I been snappin
I don't give a fuck who tell me no
I'm

a op without the strap, he'll get socked the face
Rockin' by my lonely but keep guap wit' me
And don't put yo' trust up in me .40 bound to spray
Lil

a fat pack now my niggas think I'm goated
Wanna a scat pack
Yea I wanna hell cat
Wanna take off
Nigga imma get back
Twist up a L
Niggas totin on thraxx

killers, boy, you soft as Barbie Niggas keep that trash and they mop
Let them eat the garbage, down by the block I got brains, I was smart as Harvard
Rollin'

obstacle
That's however they come
So when they got guns,
We gon' get some bigger drums
Attitude meaner than my motherf—kin' charm
Lil' brody shootin' s—t

that hole
Ghetto, ghetto uh was taught to lay low
Ghetto, ghetto uh bet every days cold
We come from the ghetto, bro gon' go right when I say go
When you

The Autobiography

Westside Connection

The Shadiest One

1998

looters and Stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality
Wicked got down kickin' it with the Syndicate
Just a lil' nigga seein' ways to get