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Little ciroc with the henny im gone
I met your girl and she gave me her thong
I see my people surrounded by fakes
Thats why im taking shots in every

As she walks down the aisle
Time's gone in a flash goodbye
Where does it go
Close your eyes and ten years go by
Where it went nobody knows

Slow down take

It's like I'm clashing with titans
Or getting slashed by a lion
Man, I just can't win.

It's like I'm going off on a toddler
Getting top from your mom

with no back and forth I'm not gone get into that 
Sneak dissin ass niggas like to run they mouth but I ain't giving clout
Keep my name up out your mouth

not suppose to do
Came up with my own perception
Life is suppose to a blessing
Don't worry bout your losses
Them l's be your biggest Lesson

Elevate yo

might bang and then leave
All my money can't pay 
For all the tricks up your sleeve
I go again and again
It's the same story
For every girl that I meet

give it a thought
Check my account maybe not
Head up to Notsuoh with a duo
Baby you know
Ebo Juan get me gone
I go in and make em move the culos
Leave

when I am gone
Could closest ones to me mention my involvement
Tryna help the ones around me heal
But if can't heal myself then that can't be my calling

all the same
We all witness the good bad and the ugly things
We share in common encourage our kids to follow dreams
And hope they don't get swallowed
By

speak for its fuckin' self, huh

We turn the pain into power
Uh-huh
Cash out with these plays and I'm outtie
Uh-huh
No wonder they hate when they sour

don't fuck with fakes and that's fasho sir
Flow like, waves in the motherfuckin ocean
...
Well, the summer is gone
We're approaching the fall
I just roll

dreams
Next thing I know, had a fallout with my father
Just a simple favour seemed to make my life harder
Lost it with my dad and we left on a bad note

Murder

Busy Bee

Running Thangs

1988

Murder
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with the Busy Bee
Yeah, murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay

your mama proud? Is your daddy sad?
And your lovers, did they know the score?
Did they fear the bullets breaking down the door?
What's the deal with all

nervous of the cops
Cause the fucking chemistry
That any moment we could be shot by the enemy
And any moment it could turn bad
But they gone have to try

Yo, by the way I slay the dick its never lazy
Call me daddy call me baby
I'ma dirty dance in that pussy so you might as well call me Patrick Swazey
Flow

You ever roll over to stare your ceiling, and that's not enough
Everything that you have gotten, was given onto you, so getting your own is a must

Like This

Pacewon

Won

2002

it
I'm hot like the peppers that Puerto Ricans cook with
trick up the sleeve
y'all thieves that never took shit
real bad actors
try to operate and get

ain't playing with 'em never was
Vindicated if I hold a grudge
Hate the sin, not the sinner
Hold up I'm finna
Gone and lose my mind
Looking for the truth

bitch , fame is a bonus
I'm on my haters radar like "Oh shit"
See me killin and I'm livin by the ocean
And you know who I'm chillin on the coast with
Call

genocide on the low level
Nigga you gone always be broke if you got a hoe fetish
Saying anything to sleep with her lying and hoteling
Ain't did shit in your

let the days roll by  you let the bad nights win
But you're waking up now, got your eyes wide open and the light is pouring in
See, we don't get to do

So Ignore what I say and pretend I never said it
What I say just brings bad weather
To your perfect little heaven
In your world you're it's so

live it by any means if you ever need a shoulder lean on me like wayne spilled his drank use your mind and think I'm a good man i'll be gone before you