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When im through, call a Uber, send her by her way
Early birds getting im up sliding on the e-way
Backwoods to the face, ain't been to sleep in three days

alone. Promise by tonight, I'ma just get out of town
You let your friends get inside your head. Got perfect lens. Baby, you my death
You my ride or die. We

conversations about whatever
Punctuated by laughter that clamoured up to the heavens
Growing up i done realised we unconsciously learned um
Cus look at me and my

made a nigga willful  

I was reincarnated by the Lin Kuei
Flow so cold... true spitten ...Ice sickles 

Real shit , True never been simp
Uh uh....ain't

love money they say
But then drop a song how they love money the next day
I'm not saying don't get paid
But don't be bugging, get poisoned by the raid
I

from the reformed of the night
The answers are there, but you've been blinded by the light Think that you're different, until you mind you have to fight

Cash on delivery, bitch, I raise the stakes
You will hate what I fuckin' make
Just to pop out and I don't even show my face, oh yeah
To count it all,

N 2 Deep

Compton's Most Wanted

Music to Driveby

1992

story about a nigga 
Who lives his life by the fuckin trigga. 
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though 
Throw up the hood, might blast

that God bless all the rappers
Steady tryna attack us (attack us)
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that God bless all the rappers

pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to drop
His record label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're sadly mistaken

its Halloween, I found a mask and pop a bean.

Shorty Puerto Rican know she ride wit me, find a club and kill the scene 

Find a bed and make a sea,

outfits if a nigga talking shit knock um out quick stomp a whole in his ass then we out bitch damn nigga fucked up my new shoes blood on my shirt damn that

Fate

Kidd.T

Darkstar

2018

on thick bitches, you can't be boney (nah)
Stay up, stay low, get it by my lonely (yeah)
Pop a perc, put me down, I'm coming back like Piccolo (Piccolo)

Wanna Be a Baller

Michael Watts

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Want to be a baller shot

and every spoon black in the drawer
Mama used crack and his pops shoot smack in his arm
He just use that, it's all of the fuel that's in these bars (woo)

What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem

a nigga get risen
Witcha pen to the pad I fuck
Ya head up with this rhythm, um
With the phat shit that make
Your fuckin' hat flip
(Back) I can do

I never needed nothing
What I want I take
Thas how you do it
Growin’ up in the bay
Raised by the village
Taught me stunt everyday 
No matter how you

I never needed nothing
What I want I take
Thas how you do it
Growin’ up in the bay
Raised by the village
Taught me stunt everyday 
No matter how you

As if that look off in your eyes wasn't plenty notation
By you biting on your lip, that was plenty indication
It's for certain how you work it

I walk that walk, yeah that's why I talk that talk
Let my down my flip, pop up my trunk but on my life I spark the dark
I'm on that um (movin slow),

Yeah, you know son
You know um, It's things I need to tell you man, for real
Growing up in Harlem man
And trying to explain what it means to be

Pill poppin
Non stoppin
Yeah im feeling great wow
Escolhe
Qual dose
Ce quer 
Só dizer
To num feel
Nothing real
Consumi
Pra esquece
Pop a pill
Sangue

Eyo ey yo ey hey

Ey yo
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Komm mit auf den Block, Partytrip
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