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Take a lease out on a casket
Lit a joint and then he passed it
Saying
Young blood
My son
You must pick up and run
Before they squeeze with the gun

gonna hawk that
No Rick Ross but they know i bossed up
Working out doing run ups and walk ups
Lived by the gun and he died by his knife
Russian Roulette

Pay

Esham

Repentance

2003

the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas

the sound
Drag him all around town by his feet
While he weep
Blood seep on the city streets
Paint the town red
Take a hacksaw with a rust chain
Murder

shawty
Cause I know she ain't fake with it
And in the bed she don't play with it
Protect my fam
Live by the gun
Cause dem boys ain't protectin us
So over

Yeah yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns
We was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst

the pain my brain vision dangerous thangs
I know I ain't gon to be the same
But I ain't sure if it's good or if it's a bad thang
Mayen and yeah I kno it

the Runtz
Shawty say I’m havin stroke by da ton
I’m in the back like I’m returning a punt
I’m in my bag like ketchup packets wit lunch
These niggas trash n

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from

PC
Turn the PC off, being cyber-bullied
By the cyber cops
When I made this beat originally
The chimes chimed with the wind
Reminded me of IND
My

the the cops shot Antwon Rose
(gun shots) This is the this is the era
This is the era you better be ready to lace up ya boots
This is the era you better go head

Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head

Reminisce over words that was once said

By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold

When under

the commotion
Never left lonely
Im here by yo side baby rockin n rollin

Now What

Juelz Santana

From Me to U [Clean]

2003

East side, fuck nigga, now what?
Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what?
Bank head fuck nigga, now what?
My A-town, fuck nigga, now what?
My N.Y. fuck nigga,

You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon

Fuck on a bitch,

every time
I lost my bro 
To the sound of a gun
And he told me i gotta go get whats mine
Get me whats mine yea
B***** played me n they lie yea
Grandma

dung
But him love di fuckry like him son
A him carry mi go buy di gun
Fi shot dem, and deprive dem lung of oxygen
But mommy say shoot fi di future
dem

get a re-up
Talk bout drugs talk bout guns n slugs
See a pagan aim it for his head top
His arms out bro like I ain't trynna give u a hug
I'm a bad man

Ruger on my soul and my bag ima shoot it
Don't you get on my bad side I'll lose it
I might shoot me a n**** get away with it
Keep big god and my oil and I

copping of the lot
I ain't getting gun down R.I.P my nigga X yeah
Yeah that nigga tough me lots
What I don't know
Won't hurt me bad
I'm chasing bags

W garderobie wszystko allblack w studio ściany all black
Jadę robić forsę na BP tankuję Hondę
W radio Guns N' Roses jadę pisząc zwrotkę
Nic już nie

kill, can't fuckin take a fuckin draw
Guns n' roses, might get inside the eye of johnny law

I like money of all sorts, and I considered serving fiends

the coolest
Michael jackson bad smooth criminal im the smoothest
Ive seen n**** get they merms detached from they back
And if I ever get a label ill make sure

Yow
When e crank up
Yow

Mi killer dem a east, big up Delapp
Bad from birth my youth uh no see dat
We a press gun wid comfortable trigger
Weh put