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Drama Az Usual

Threat

Drama Az Usual

niggas mean mugg, that's thuggin' for hoes
Wishin' farewell, is it war that you declare?
When it's air fare, caps and straps all over the starewell
I'm

playing with that fire
Chop you up like micheal Myers 
What you need I supply it

Diamonds stay cold like a freezer
Dont get it twisted I still keep

some
People, burn with desire
Say what you want but we speak with the fire
Say what you will but we will what we need
That hate that you love spreads

a plan B
I could give a fuck I just supply what they demand
And it just so happens that the people gon demand me
Who is you to judge?
I spent my weekends

destiny
Raise your hands up in the air this is what I was born to be

Hook: (Ryder D'Arelli)
Now I can see that this is me
Now I can be who I was born to be

Oh, you think this is a game, huh
Why don't you tell that to my mint condition, vintage Pound Puppy collection, son
They haven't seen life outside

you hear
(d) we live by i head with refuges and
Niggers ain't share right, and
Don't you play soccer by the ocean front?
In America
I shovel the snow

Somehow all da good ones
Steady getting ran down

But I'm just tryna lift all my guys up
They love to see u fall
Love it more when u rise up
As a young bull

you the way that they should
But I could
I bit my tongue for a while
Passed you by with a smile
But I'm dying without ya, I need ya light right now
So I

love it
Because it be free for all if I drop another album then I did it for my dawgs
That be standing on the corner with the coronas
In his baggy jeans

of my way, this is my verse
Flip you off the motherfucking
Windshield head first
Rap bunny junk, slingin' that rabbit shit
My supply of bunny hoes
Is

seasons
For the brothers that died for no reason
You think it's over? Why we still in trees then
Off the topic, I'm the hot pic waiting for the tropics
I

that we reach
What will you and I do till
We end her long nightmare
Or we our Mother kill

From N’Orleans flooded state
To Kilimanjaro
This song we

me the knife and I do it
Myself cut that air supply of people Die off every day watch what I say And the one that really stayed down
I'ma keep grinding

in my zone
Watch me pull it out my magic hat
Drunk off that patron
Can you feel the energy
Can you feel the love
I can't match your energy
But I can

if they Come with dat weak arse A Game
Ima build up not maintain
Gimmi dem codes to the Mainframe now
Load up my album play that Loud
You don't like my

Ridiculoid

Cannibal Ox

The Cold Vein

half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
Spit bats that stick to DAT's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with

[Verse 1]
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your

Back 2 the Way It Was

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction

2004

+High+
Hustle big like Butch in the why-be	-I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by

view
I can barely see you
This that deaf
I can hardly hear you
Money can't buy what they don't supply
Choppas and ganja
I need a gas mask all this weed

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house

secondary 
eventually your buried and your eternity carries 
The hope that you get once you know he exists 
Only gets holier with the more you give in!
But

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But somethin bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house

wife  considered by many the most beautiful actress in Paris and a creator of Parisian styles  that he would take her with him on the cross-ocean flight.