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thangs, 'cause once the world was
bringin' me down.
Mesmerized, controlled by the other side,
and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .

Wish:
. .

dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh

I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his

(Lil Wayne) on  my daddy soul
That nigga shirt says the
Best rapper alive with
A picture of me on that motherfucker

(Richie  Rich)
Started chasing

Lintballz

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

of Shadowboxin'!}

[Chorus x2: Popa Chief]
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's

I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that

So he's off to join up with the Pirus
And he's off first thing in the morn'
Natural sworn killer, now he slayin' in the A.M.
Stay holding the heat like

of bitch/so 
Go suck a dick 
And die or get 
Chipped in a drive 
By /either way I 
Don’t give a fuck 
That’s why/ I fear no man just the almighty 
Thats high up

Masked up with my guys
Bullets fly by
Yeah, you know your man's gon' die
Angel wings send him up to the sky

I be high up in the clouds when the cherry hot

This shit crazy!

Mmhmm

(Hold on real quick)

Hmm yeah

Hot!

Move it by the pound I got these grams now
Took a couple losses I'm the man now
Yo

homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung

come round my way 
Deuce 5 in the cut wit lil zay
1700 boy dont get your ass braced
I just get high and get money all day
Niggas be fake they cant help

No

Oh nah ay
Nah ay
Nah ay
Huh ah
Yeah

I know lil shotty be gone by the week
I'm out of distance I'm out of your reach
She said she for me I got

a million
Niggas are wack & their fake
& their jake & their snakes
Phonies, baloney's, who rob to get folded
Niggas who hate by the race, split up race
Keep

the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing

cocky
You got my heart ain't no probably
And it's crazy I how let you rob me
Drip the fit we goals that's status
Pull up we get high like lattas
Open ya

sippin' it now
I
I'm on a vibe
I'm on a natural high
Lil' shawty named Dro on my mind
But that shit's bout most of the time
But right now I'm just high
I

a side
Never got high, always a natural guy

Racks on my side, drugs on my side, no one else
You weren't that guy, never were just be yourself
Hoes

hoes off me
For' I fuck everybody
I'm bout catching bodies
You ain't bout nothin
I can tell by the way you post yo guns
Yeah lil' boy you stuntin'
I can

pack
Turn his lil bro to a lost pet, then rob his sister to top that
Me and the gang pull up in the all-Ricky suit in the tight leather it's all black

I wanna
Drunk and full of marijuana your shine low
I'm somethin like a high beam, gotta
Be as high as me, to see things how I see
I don't even drive

this glock right by my waste
I walk in margiela i buy out the store
Natural diamonds, my neck on froze
All of my shootas they gripping they poles
Broke

All them lil white babies runnin' 'round my block ya

See me see me now I'm runnin up by thousands
Catch you with ya dogs you don't act the same with

Marshall Mathers
My punches will kill you quicker than a natural disaster
We're in the second round, I'm butchering you fucking clowns
I will be

Uh, uh

Like oh tonight, Ima get high
Bad lil bitch wanna fuck me on sight
2 or 3 blunts and a cup with ice
I'm with the gang and we don't play nice