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at the opening act
Huh plus you smell like a bucket of vodka
I would never put my meat
Sauce up in that pasta
The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus
Like

let them get the drop you
Don't never let them spin the block on you
(Nope)
I been this sauce, need a mop bucket (Drip)
When Corona had hit that shit

Money was the motive
But i guess its evident
Livin offa presidents dead n gone
Made a killin takin care of witnesses
Handlin garbaggio
Suite in

all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you fuckin' with the g'sta
when you

sounding a mess

I be so cunty I'm ridin' his face
He tried it too much are you catchin' a fade
Dominican paid you peed in a bucket
I'm so geek don't play

til I drop some bank in
Boobs did but im not her man
Doobies like a fighter jet
Can’t fix then I don’t stress it
Talking holding when you hear me spit

I ain’t worried bout what’s poppin cause I know it’s all bubble rap
On the track I’m clocking hundred times in wife beater and a bucket hat 
I’m

pop her clutch
Jump into a higher gear
She's my whip and I need her
She does right by Skeeter
Horns up hammer down
Sing that song on and on
Woah she

from rage and cut myself free
I'll drop an iron bucket into the depths of nightmare
(What lies beneath)
I'll pull my soaked soul and warm it by a passion

come through
Without you I make tha dream come true
Lose it all I don't Quit I make due
All these tear drops n bucket made stew
I done helped so many but

I let my pen bleed
When Catwalk was ridin dat 10 speed
When we hit licks by Howard-Bishop slidin like a centipede
My first bucket 2 fifteens, coke

the fence
I never look back to catch feelings
Never caught it hanging in my many dealings
I kept their hands up to many ceilings
Playin’ for pennies, I made

He tried to turn nothing to something
Yea, make his body drop like Andy's coming
Yea, that bitch so annoying push my buttons
I ain't trippin 'bout

Is there no end to the depths that you could sink
Look into the eyes
Of those you sacrifice
For your own gain
And as you trample them
Call them by

gotta go and get that work like this

My whole commitee sitting pretty
In the city getting shitty
With some titties livin' litty
Known by many
Walking

he ain't even sleep

Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want

21 Ounces

Goldie Lookin Chain

Straight Outta Newport

2005

like Colin Macrae 
And I gotta drop some weed off in Alway 

I've got really good scales and my deals and my deals are proper 
The prices is wicked

Never

Overseer

Wreckage

2003

hearing voices in my head telling me to pop'em
Determination and frustration and that'll drop'em
Blowing up the AK I'm ready to chop'em
Tell the cops

of state get the fuck out a car chase it’s all based off of scare face by a ball down in park place 
Weed the perfect specimen are words are the medicine

So as I walk in front and spy
Everything stops, the parking lot pops
Mouthes just drop, i am but you're not
They comin in flocks
If some not got yeah I

my home
That's just a drop in the bucket, compared to losing you
And I'm down to seeds and stems again too
Got the down to seeds and stems again blues

Tight Whips

504 Boyz

Ballers [Clean] [Bonus DVD]

big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my

take to catch a toothache 
(God damn) 

I don't know what you waiting for 
In NYC it's all about the weight you throw 
It's all Sex in the City like

Use your cerebellum
Or bro'll up chop and turn
Into a pair of 'Gielas

Put her in a headlock 'cause
She gave away my BIN in a bank with a frown
Walked