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Follow My Lead

Baby Beesh

Screwston, Vol. 2: Pink Soda

2001

Brando 
Squares don't understando
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
On some doja, cars

In search of sanctuary, it hasn't come yet
I pray to god I'll never see another sunset
For when it gets dark I
Bare the mark three sixes
Surrounded by

while we did
You know this shit is stupid hard
And don't you dare say that it's not
I'm just Tryina save some bread 
Keep my place
And come on top
I think

a sixteen
Bankroll I keep, I could buy Jordan's six rings and AP's
And by the way I hope you know it ain't peace
It's war nigga
Pulling if I see you at my

up in my bed and I'm feeling kinda stuck
In this Tempur-Pedic mattress I don't wanna get up
Roll out of bed
Plant my feet on the floor
There's a girl

I be in and out the bank
Teller serving cake
Nigga what you lien 4, tell me what you drank
Nigga what this Nine for tel what you think
Frames all

A superstar to me is a respected individual
Who understands the role they play in society
And wears that like a tailored suit
Not just a hat that

the start
This we know in our heart
Yet we pick up the dice and play a part
But would it be better to act
Like a spoilt little brat?
Kick over the whole game

Will get slashed by my lightsaber, this cell fader
Yelled stories you can't match, you better ask
Don't getcha bones detached, or marrow whacked

a conundrum, in the hood we're going Dumb Dumb
TOUGH, is-makin-it-out-the-streets then showin'-em-where-you-come-from
And you can still get BUCK when hanging

Poppa Gotta Bran' New Freak

Potna Deuce

Welcome to Da Tilt

1994

of
The gut-runnin killer, call me beaver hunter
And smash up on the guts from the back porch
Give em that tropical vibe from the hot torch
And play the game dirty

Dope Game

Screwston

Screwston: Purple Rain

that the Mex gon' last
Put the past on paper, threw away my pager
'cause these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate,

the Alpine play
Bumping new shit by Majik Ninja every day
Ayy johnny Blaze I got the hottest hit's
Y’all be hating like a lotta bit
Go ahead and quote me boy