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we're all just trying to get by
So won't you sing a little "Dixie a country boy can survive"
It's a way of life in the country that ain't ever going

country very much"

Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause

country very much"

Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause

with Native American people
Have we broken? How
Many international laws have
We violated? And
Speaking of laws how can a corporation
Be regulated by

Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,

not think that you feel me
Really, drive that Corsa like a Bentley
Feeling, money can't afford this feeling
Millionaire mindset before the milly
Bitch

wreckless 
Snatch you by yo necklace 
Not the one to mess with 

(Chorus) 
Bitch I'm Stone Cold flexing (what) 
Do it big like Texas (what) 
Middle finger

the roll (By the roll)
If it ain't 0's don't go (Don't do it)
Know the game play rolls (Roll)
Me cold I know (I know it)
Started with a dream, turned it

hot
Remember the days we was cold
Now we got the money got it by the loads
All my niggas we got it we came from the bottom
We came from nothing now we

brought cold ice

And I was young, scared
She ain't care, she made me fight
Fifty-two sweep you, haymaker right
When I get old ,I hope that I can stay

Devil want my soul
Man my heart is cold
Man my heart is cold yeah
Man my heart is cold
Devil want my soul
Man my heart is cold
Man my heart is cold

blessing, too
Maybe a dramatic accomplishment by this cold
War adversary was necessary to
Get us off our dead centres
And back to work again
If we can revive

Every day we always argued
She can really talk
I like the way she walks
That's what made me spread her legs
I swear it was way too cold
I had fuck her she

Liquor in a brown bag, stopped by the quick sack
'Bout to go missing like cans in a 12-pack
Little bitty hillbilly, swerving like drones
Small

under city beams
Daily fashion I'm a classic that's by any means
I'm OG like 87' the Cutlass Supreme
Just cause you fam don't mean can not be cut from

to a close
And reinvent the wheel by reshaping what it means to be human
And they think they can achieve this by 2030
It's a cold dystopian vision that wants

I got my gun and my Bible by my bed. Trucker's hat sitting up on my head. With a chrome grill and seventeen inch rims. Good Lord can I get an Amen.

The truth 
Breaking down borders 
Mind is a country Seeing 
cbove of all order 

Needing a coup 
State in disorder 
Blood on the concrete 
Emotion

people
Yeah that Rich Homie shit runnin' through everything
Get bust by them people
Interrogation room, boy I swear I can't tell a name
Hundred

I want this whole country to hear me
I want this message to be clear
I'm tired of slaving for pennies
I'm tired of losing to fear

But I'm afraid

slidin' the town
"Where you at?" Ridin' round slamm town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can

to cash out on a Bentley too, ouu
We ain't runnin' out of tools
You up at 9 am, going to funerals
He was on the phone, can't call the ambulance, cause he

the heat outside
I'm struggling to be by yourside
Can you feel the heat outside
Can you feel the outside
I can feel the outside….
You tell me you love me

Betta Ask Somebody

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy [Clean]

2003

to the streets
I'm a country boy, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!

If, you don't know, who I be
You better ask somebody about me
Oh, you wanna be tough nigga,