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fast die slow live fast die slow gang gang my bro

(Verse 1)
Live fast die slow, my flow psycho, my dog my bro, push keys typo
can't snitch by code,

all he do is chop bricks
This not a city it's a 3rd world country, surrounded by killers and hackers and junkies

You nigga's had me fooled I come out

know it
Nigga
Imma cold nigga
When my stories told nigga
Just make sure Im mention with the Kendricks and Coles nigga
Drizzy and Jigga, Nas 3stacks, yea

bricks like I was tryna build a house
We remember having bails and ain't nobody get us out
So when we showing off this lucci u know what this shit about
We

Blinky Blink we don't stop

My sis Baby Stase she don't stop

Killer Cam' Cardan they the fam'

One two we don't stop

I know you thinkin' how many nigga's

lets do that shit
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
Enough

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

Hey
Balling out yo range
Hey
Smoking on that flame
Hey
Take over the game
Hey
Kansas City BA-BY
This that wave, that flow, that new, that shit you mob

shady in the winter
Lay low undercover silent killer
Never miss when I pull the trigger Bullseye
Your heart cells one by one
Master splinter
When you

to smelling like cooked crack
Put it in a pyrex you know it's bout to sell
Straight drop in the pot bitch you know it never fails
3.5 Nigga weigh it

First Person Shooter
By Repatua

1st Verse:
Got you in my crosshairs
It’s the sauce here
DPS on lock
With my automatic here

Call me the untouchable

See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes

3,

Yeah I know dey smoking gas you could tell by the smell,
Mack eleven break your glass pistol spit a lot of shells,

I ain’t trap on da block in

Trap grammy trap grammy

Uh-huh yeah

Say what you’re feeling like get some real advice by the nigga like
But it could end tonight let’s pull up

a whole brick
24/7 On the clock yeah that 3 for 1
Shift
While y'all was running to the Derby, I was running through piss
That's how the stings know my name

on hunter-killers, bill it as defense (Mm-hm)
While the schools is underfunded
The rich are fucking the kids
I'll explain what I spit
Turn 3 letter molecules
Into

a smile that melts butter
The shit she endured, when she buried her mother
Husband, 1st son, little sister, 3 brothers
Swear the shit she went threw, man my

an we from public housing, on the corner by the lake
Yeah stackin up, feel the bank , walkin through the rain for better days
I been gettin it outta state

on my 3 sons and my daughter
All you see is the bricks but shyt I started with a quarter
All they see is the drip but it started with boiling water
And I

had that rod tucked
Taylor street by the tunnel after whipping hard up
All the way to N O with killers throwing their wards up
Bitch I’m a knight in

they feel afflicted 
Call on death 
Hope you got a scripture
What you think he not gon' pick up Sitting by the phone 
Ya know he itching 
Waiting

day your alive
Demon mode to your neck sneak up it breaks from behind
Possessed by a killer but they're never gonna wait inside
M like vegeta on my head

Let's Ride

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

what the fuck don't nobody play 
From Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day 
Over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks 
Bitches that

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