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My Life

Slim Thug

Slab Soldierz Radio

2012

like hatin' is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin'
So I never be oversteppin' boundaries bounded to my weapon

My Life

Lil' Keke

The Big Unit

2003

like hatin' is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin'
So I never be oversteppin' boundaries bounded to my weapon

My Life

Slim Thug

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

like hatin' is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin'
So I never be oversteppin' boundaries bounded to my weapon

precise
In this frock, by twelve o'clock
You will be in torment
Go ahead, knock him dead
Just be home by midnight

Look at me Cinderella I'm on fire after

Everyone around got they eyes on the prize
I ain't never been intimidated 
Just imitated
By fakes and phonies
Clouded zirconia 
Hard to see like there's

even compare the pair, not fair God's realer, Godzilla, commonly rocked by king kong, call my king of kings, will beat on beasts, on beats, while he

luckier than usual
You know I do it Everytime
Put you right to sleep like it’s bedtime
You been talking all that shit now back it up 
Let me light the fire

it like field goals, lick it like mail
Though sleep by your mailbox, IG yo' G spot
I kill yo' pill spot
I give a cheerleader somethin' to cheer 'bout
I

(topic)
Learn by the gang, never speak on no bodies (on gang)
Go look at the news, nigga know that they droppin' 
(Go look at the news, all the opps

Ayy, uh
Wait, wait, uh
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Hol' on, hol' on
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tip toe, hol' on (tip toe)
Hol' on, hol' on,

like a kettle now 
The block is hot they got several rounds 
I'm Will Smith up in Seven Pounds 
Looking like a lost seven pounds
To be a cash cow you

round the corners tryna fucking cuff us up
Overdose
Under hoes
Write a song and
Smoking potent
Got coughing got me joking
On a cliff with a rope
Never

if it's hot (No no), don't play around with that fire (Nah, never)
Don't get it twisted with drugs (Nah, never), Crybaby till I die (Rest in peace)

pockets
She got you comin out ya wallet
What she do for me, non profit
And she don't even trip off that, my cup, my blunt she never sip off that/9
If her

be telling the children is a lie
I've been smoking weed since I was 12
Grandma put me out for being high
I started a name for myself
Never needed no

I’m the master
They thinking we inebriated fooled by the laughter
My pedal to the metal pushing limits never faster
I’m finna interject cause I’m kinda

Why they astonished
Already made a fucking promise
I told them I'm the best they really thought that I was bluffing
Like they ain't never heard me

with the Smith nigga
I Let it go my doggy barking like a pit nigga
This ain't a rap song nigga this is black thoughts
Never forgot my Roots nigga this is

Flesh wounds and I'm still sweating
So no more holding back or half stepping
I'm not aggressive with a Smith & Wesson
I gotta keep it on my person

this Wondering how I do this shit it's called practice

Riches, bitches, snitches get stitches
Imma pull up with the Glock no stick up
Drive by, you gon

shockingly
Tired of the mockery, watch everybody flock To me

You ain't never gonna catch me crying over Women
Cause I've been riding solo, they a option, I

(That not too many people in my corner stand with me)
(Lets go, Jesse)
(I can't fuckin' sleep I'm losin' breath it's hard to)
(I can't fuckin' sleep

to show, wondering how they moving if you should know
Smith n Wesson or hooping it's the home of the shooters though
City full of crime they never seen mine

Death By Love

Yonaka

CREATURE

wear gloves and camouflage
Sleep like angels in the night
Hold on to our pillow-knives

It's you and I
It's you and I

I set fire to the guy with