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reality and dreaming, scheming
Get deleted by my team when you least expect it
Flip the script then I wreck shit
Caught you by surprise, now recognize

tryna save me from clapped
Cuz bullets don’t always intended target in facts
Remember I was up in your crib you started to laugh
While you showing me

and a bible
For Nancy I brought my gun, brought my gun, brought my

Out of control, on drugs and vengeance
By my hand, I will right all of this
A bullet here,

Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side

Sterilize with the spit that
Shoots from a Komodo
Dragon, gun chuck, fire, I'm blasting
Dope and sick, that shit is just a classic
Huh, that's a hit for you

Then I'll Go Grab The Lock. 
Then I'll Case You in Box. 
Best not Drive By The Block.

Too many died from the lies. 
Time to fend em off.
Don't want none

She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my

fuck around Might just shoot your tummy
Shoot you in your ho, fuck around Wrap you like a mummy
I'm from where they bust guns Get up on you and get your

around, but they in the red
Tone got Heroine bricks and P's around and play with the meds, ay (let's get it)
Family reunion Tone surrounded by rich,

Limb By Limb

School of Seven Bells

Impala Eardrums: A Radium Sampler

2008

Lyrics out mi mouth just like a bullet from a gun.
Any boy test me just fling that down.
One a dem come me just shot dat down.
This is Cutty Ranks

Limb by Limb

Cutty Ranks

Dancehall Flavaz, Vol. 1

Lyrics out mi mouth just like a bullet from a gun.
Any boy test me just fling that down.
One a dem come me just shot dat down.
This is Cutty Ranks

with my right hand we like stitch and lilo
Please watch ya eyes I keep guns by the  peep hole 
That's cause I can't put my love in fake ppl
I crossed out

on stating scripts like an author 
(packing up)
Leave the past stay present in my conscious 
I'm out to knock the doors of those who said I'll never prosper

tryna be basic 

Walkin down with his bitch
In designer jeans 

Flu flammin on this bitch 
By any means 

Aye

Poppin outta pocket 
We gon rip sum 
Flip

Running out of time
I be with the shit
Talking out of line
You gon' get hit
Pull up with the nine
Bullets hit your lip
But I feel like I can move

in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga though
All

one shot from one gun by one dude
A reason to get it, what's up? Fuck you
You know how a nigga move, that's how a nigga move
Fuckin' snake, you

her home

You can tell I be acting bad

Ion want that hoe

You can tell by the way i stand

Got fish gear in my clothes

I'm in all back

With a tan gun

Eternal

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Instrumentals, Pt. 2

2008

We to poetic for swing
Niggas claim they came and remain
Smoke bud all day and maintain
They come they gun they run
From the po-po jump the fence

Murder

Master P

Somethin' for the Whodi's

2001

killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked

fuck 'em all what I scream
As I dream in tongues fuck a trick
Get me rich and the bitches'll come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts

the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there

I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by

I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by