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say if I put an album out, it wouldn't sеll
Niggas forget I went number one off a mixtape at nineteen
I was just a young boy
Kentrell, barred up still

Love da Kids

Keak da Sneak

Counting Other Peoples Money

2003

up
Don't think just drink til you finish the cup
I came here to get you lit
Get you a red boy top of bottle, not a red nose pit
Keak Da Sneak baby

that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of <em>La Banda Corbariem> were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis

the check not one of them checked me
Next album you are gonna resent me
So called bad boys, 'til they see bad boys
Bad enough everyone here except me

Yea, four gold albums, one platinum plaque
Still shining i get my record hot
They tried to tell me keep grinding
Live in Miami
How I’m pposed to get some

sightings of striking lighting 
With bars I'm barbaric
Taking shit back to da Base 
Like that boy Derek 
Stripes on a nigga but I' am no Yankee
Body the whole

really one of a kind to em
Yeah
Super Saiyan tell me what you sayin
Talking all that shit and then claim you playin
Tough talk don't suite you like

storming
That's how we doing huh
Whether whatever weather before me
Tell ‘em welcome to ATL, the city's all free
And if you wanna see some titties
Magic

trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page

Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv

They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your

hungry lemme turn to da bible
Getting right with the lawd way before his arrival
Its like the last days how you still worship an idol
Streaming on my wave

So yung, so big
So fly, can ya dig
Yo, I don't even smoke cigs
Cuz I go, grab 'em all, eat 'em whole like a pig
Who you think you is boy
Who you think

up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm

Tell me everything, don’t reveal a
Thing to your friend
Tell it to me before you do him
And I’m gonna screw you
Put you in a cell and eat the key
You

roommates sleeping late night sessions set the score
For me to relegate my feelings with allure the laws imposing my solace still I’m blessed by Allah
Jehovah

pullin way up out yo league bro
My pops a better singer but I still stack dem C notes
That's why they wanna roll wit me tho
Tell me Iz you rollin with

and tides spied before buildings were erected 
It's ancient and futuristic like graffiti hieroglyphics 
And the B-boy in my city is the only type of mystic

choice but to cheer for me
It feel authentic
Not photogenic
But you can still get da picture
Like you copying it
I can make em visualize no hallucinogenic

to lose my focus
We the murderers, murderous
Call the coroners
Tell them to stop recording us
No more hope in 'em, box cutter open 'em
This is uncut opium

don’t have time for any more upcoming guys and stuff
Somehow Terry Da Rapman got me on stage
So em
When he got me on stage right
He said Blaqbonez
Like

Cash Money Roll

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

(Baby of BigTymer$)
Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics

Verse 1:

I ain't even gotta tell you how Cash Money Roll
I ain't even gotta tell

'cause it took me out the trap
All that talk took me out the chat
Please, please, God take me out the cap
You can ask my hood, I was a style icon before

Corey

Dave East

P2

2018

album, got no time to chat it out
He offered Corey a flight, said he could land by tonight
Corey replied, "shit, like, maybe I might"
Corey pride took