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gotta focus or you'll miss it
It's a big white dot in the middle of the night
When you see it there will be a face looking back at you
Don't be scared,

the sky 
Pitch black & Big crack & watch my mother cry

Discriminating full of hating thatu0027s all we will see
We all yellow faceu0027s why this is have

We Fly High

Jim Jones

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) [Clean]

2006

ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We Fly High

Jim Jones

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)

2006

ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

Storm Chaser

Goodie Mob

Southern Discomfort

2000

Trapped in a crack house full of doubt
I got guilt to the hilt
I fight tears and fears
Been out for ten years
Hit a big bump up off the mirror
Find me

Redemption

AZ

Legal Hustle

2004

[AZ]
Mm

It's that shit right here
It's that big boy music!
Yahmean?

Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man
hand to hand on the grind since

pet came fetchin
And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith and Wessun (whoo!)
CL and double-X-L ring a bell
Supplied by the inside, never been a shell

Gretel and Hansel
This just a sample
I put the game on my back cuz I got my hands full
That’s right I lead by example
We The People changing

however lucidly they solve our inquiry
It'll be, by fate, a decade late
Long enough to forget
Even in a bed as big as a room
We'd find room to disagree
You

old mama was strong daddy folded
Addicted to the crack wish i could've coated it wit some love 
2 older brothers i preciate who gave me the extra shove

again 
Lyrics so high got crack in my pen 
Lions round me welcome to the den 
On P money energy where and when 
See me your times up just like big ben

of Horror, Seymour after Seymour 
N*gga
Remember the first time I sold seashells by the seashore
Now me and Los buying property, DC after B-more
And this my

Hard Times



Yeah!!


Chorus:


All the hard times need a big drastic measure cool down this pressure x2
Pressure , pressure, pressure, pressure,

shooters on payroll
Nigga come cross that line
I done put shooters on payroll
I'm trying to top ten on they bitch ass
Backhand give them whiplash
Look poor

numbers
And they bitches bout to add it
Ya niggas is wack bitch
Yea we gonna smash it
We coming up
We packing like it's crack bitch

Ten hut
Quise I'm

four strokes then you cum
Baby come sleep with me
No bitch is more kinky
Need it big, no small pinky
Give this pussy hickeys
Rip my shirt by its seams

of this gas
They got nine lives
Praying for success
On the 10th

Stretch my arms
At the crack of dawn
I'm up baking
Strawberry cough
Got me coughing
Up

let's go
Yeah, Million Dollar Conversations if you are not with the same, then you could get up Out my face and okay, okay
There's a big bag that I'm

What you need cause I got it
Don't got it I'll get it
Outside with the
Tweed and pills
My brudda crack open a seal
Pop my shit
Like tart
Big dope
Gas

Grace your presence in a pimp fashion
Don Juan, look like money in my pimp fashion
Pick my mink up off the floo' hoe
My shit draggin'
Two twins by my

cause my ego was just fine
Give that nigga 10k, he gone spend every dime
They think I crack cards cause what I'm posting online
I guess the image sells

A lil brown boy, 5'10
Big dreams, lions den
Pray for my enemigas, all my cousins in the pen
World's not made for me
Disappointment lo que me dicen

So

weed by the pound
Damn my feet feel glued to the ground
I'm a big dog just like a hound
And for that fact they want me in the pound
But I just look

Hadta' live the good life
Hadta' make big bucks
Hadta' not crack egos
Hadta' break thick skulls
Hadta' overcome the strive
Hadta' not give a fuck
It did