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far from where I met you
Those years went
On and on
We didn't say hi much
I missed you
Now this feeling like a time crunch
Days on days
Passed by like

lunch
Bout my chips every crunch Got hoes by the bunch
She got that sticky icky and my time says a quickie
Back shots not Ricky drip sauce u made plenty

MTX, Bose, Pioneer's Crunch, tens, twelves, tweakers and fifteens, four by
Tens, six by nines, big ass eighteens, some call it wham, swam, bam,

when it all falls
Who'll be the one to carry us?
Gettin' closer to the end by each step
They say all the real niggas dead
And gone but we left
Dawg, I

Come through big sticks and them dracos
Ain’t gonna lay low till you halo’d
Overwatch how a nigga move the payload
Hawaiian punch to the face? K.O

before I sleep so these demons caint wake me
9 Milli by my side and I keep it off safety
C-bo money to the ceiling that's what we on lately
Crazy used

beast mode by the way I keep on running through
Ballin’ with my crew
We don’t even need to shoot
Playing gooney tunes with Reecey Reecey we from the VUE

the big big man who sold all your dirt
Fucked for the fifth by photo taking crooks
Who stole all my books and old Nintendo consoles
Sold em at the pawn

established your career
My dreams were big thinkin far into the future
Now there complete now im makin raps on my computer
Life tough sometimes but you gotta

hurts me more than vile ita ku  hurt
Nime kua niki stay calm but darkside ina ni show ni come
Ulini cross na bado nika extend olive branch
Crunch time,

Spit That G

Timbo King

The Sting

2002

Uh-huh, ye-yeah, it's like this
If you got big dollars, Spit That G
KnowwhatImean? If you got mad honies, Spit That G
If you gettin dough

posted by this back street 

But if they do then I’m running like an athlete

Gingerbread man gotta catch me catch me 

Still blowing smoke while they

Yo
Slap my nuts
That's my
Neon
Utility
Titty
Tickler
Zultra
Slap em
Yea slap my nuts
Bite down here me crunch like Utz
That's a pretzel company

As a big boy I no dey just collar shirt stripe on
Its crunch styles watch the punch lines when my mic’s on
Elect president for your resident
Lyric simple

Some 9-5 & some move bricks
From Birmingham & man do this
& we all stick by the code
Don't step out the house unless
You plan to bring it home

Don't

smarter
I know my ABCs and I think I can count to a hundred
I'm gunna grow up and I might be a fireman
But nah I got a big head, maybe I'll try to be

she eatin da dick like lunch
My nigga he just got da gas in da city he gettin dat shit by da bunch
And I came in dis bitch wit a big ass Glock told dat

energy Ben 10 way big when I stand up aye
Stay ten toes now they pent up
Used to be a geek back then now I'm handsome aye
I'm about to cut up the mouth

Chocolate Ganache (guhnaash) Layer Cake
Mixed Berry Compote
Classic Tiramisu (teeruhmeesoo)

These desserts are thrown by her
Will occur if you touch

get in line
My ego's so big I cannot die
But it doesn't bother me
I've got so much shit I'm done with modesty
I'm constantly under policies, what

Shawty, I'mma call
Yeah
Big 118, shit, nigga
Fuck the square, these niggas ain't prepared

I got somethin' that'll put a square nigga in the air

HEAD TO RECEIVE MARKET LIST AND BE THEN SECURE, DON’T STAND TO LEAVE THE HOSTAGES TO REFILL WE WITH SAUSAGES LEAD BY A GROUP OF TWINS WHICH JOB IS TO FIX

Glide

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

administration deceive the population
Start the next generation by artificial insemination
Contaminate stations, for music in the making
Concentration camps,

Trade Money

Dilated Peoples

Expansion Team

2001

tuckin they truck jewels

(Evidence)
Yo, since last year I've accumulated more money
More big breaks, been dressy a little less bummy
But more headaches