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to slaughter, dodgin' facts bout my early grave
Got no time for six feet deep
You cannot come close to me
I been hidin' way outta way, mind not a state
This do

toonin'
Time for you to face the music

You'll never catch me cryin' over milk I spilled
My head ain't empty, but who knows with what it's filled?
I

choppin' onions
Spent all your breath huffin' and puffin'
Just to get dumped on by a cup for nothin'
Unless all you wanna end up dead
You do not mess with

Devils

Lil' Boosie

Incarcerated

2010

wateva
Hoes tryna get money
Tryna sell dat cat
Devil get yo ass away
Iont pay for dat
Don't he get ya at the wrong place
At the wrong time
Now you

of been some other nigga if it wouldn't of been me
So I ain't bother by your issues that need some attending
You bee looking through her phone at the shit

with me (yeah), I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (huh), drugs, I got several in me (yeah)
Now dig your grave all by

Tranquillo

Rick Ross

Drogas Light

2017

the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout them drugs
I'm talkin' 'bout that love
For

side
Man I got myself and you got your price (Your price!)
Want to make a mill when I say one time! (One time!)
I'm too flexible for your greatest slice

a case, we got him out, he's free this year
Hope it don't happen to me this year
Know I'm aiming for that mill
I think its time I make it three this year

I hear spirits
Calling my name
Saying get you a contract 
And get you some fame
No deals with the devil
Make mills from my change
Worked for my

Like Joyner
I'm doin devils work
It never works
So don't ever pull some bullshit like that
You'll end up dead for sure
Never fold
This career is only

bitch, you ain't knew I'd win?
Throw a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
All my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet
Said I got drive, I don't

bitch, you ain't knew I'd win?
Throw a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
All my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet
Said I got drive, I don't

bitch, you ain't knew I'd win?
Throw a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
All my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet
Said I got drive, I don't

displayed on the front
Got a hunch you ain't coming
Out until the daytime evil Knievel, bitch
I stunt like a fake spine bitch, I take mine
Souls and all I'm

Meal Ticket

Tone Def Clicc

One Million Strong

1998

beam, thirty schemes and crack fiends
Got me to the point where I can make my 6-4 lean
Hard times got me bussin' checks that ain't mine
I got good

checking for a dollar 
I be checking for mill
Hundred hundred bands
Money busting rubber bands
You don't got it
You don't get it
Then you don't understand

Bryson City
And we moved to the river in Gaston County

Come work the mill for a better life
You'll like it here, it's just like a family, Family

The mill

while you stuck out in traffic
Got everything except time to relax
I think I'm ready for lights, camera, action, bitch

stacking every coma you was barley
Getting by
Ma don't wanna look me in face
She see the devil in my eye
You were showing kindness
They got over
You allow

pussy nigga
Who you talkin bout?
Fuck nigga, we can have a paper work party
But she ain’t got no patience
Shawty do that work for me

Every day I’m all

Ain't no time for no bitch
No fucking snuggle buddies
Suck my dick
And shut the fuck up
And just get off from me
Bitch I'm weeping up
I don't got no

As a child, promise you'll have fun
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a dollar bill

Bought a queen size crib for my baby
Right by you, I'ma lay there
Tell you some

Bucktown

Smif-N-Wessun

Boot Camp Clik's Greatest Hits: Basic Training

2000

and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that