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an optic I'm trackin'
You know you not bout' what you rap stop cappin'

(Uh)

Look, I don't fuck with too many people
Bitch, I got that weapon it's lethal
He

But you never listen
It's not hard to get rich
All you need is ambition
Get Money

Get money is what I do
By myself, I don't need no crew
I don't know

I'm burning my tire
This foreign go fast, you barely gettin' by

You barely gettin' by, don't know why
You cappin' and flexin' stressin'
Lil bitch I

Cause boy the clubs ain't gonna close 'til seven shit it's only three
And I don't gotta be in class 'til 10 so fuck it who needs sleep
The night is

stuck with me
I ain't addicted
Bitch I'm passionate, yeah theres a difference
Why you on my dick if you don't fuck with me
Don't get it
Shit is wicked how

around to the back Street
Music up I release yo problems
Clean it up nice you a neat freak
Think I wanna take care of your Body
Told me that you want it

don't give a fuck
That was back then when I felt average
Confidence was lacking
Turned me to a madman, savage
Fuckin' Problems was the anthem
And you left

a bag and split it yeah we them brothers
I got his back until I die for him ima cover
Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder
We pull up don't

to the 5.0 hang low, might wanna leave out the back door case close, I know you mother fu**as hate me, miserable bi***es can’t replace me, been praying for my

water, I'm all in her jaws
Please do not try me, you know I ain't soft
Vacay on a island, I wanna get lost
I'ma spend it, don't care what it cost
You be

I know you did something's I won't forget
You like to talk to talk but I don't want no stress
You know the way I walk by faith too blessed
Got chills

I'm back and I'm better
Got that gucci christmas sweater
Don't give a fuck about the weather
I'm out here handing out the durag newsletter
Here's what

wants it too so tonight i guess we are both winners
I'm just tryna make you nut, every week i'm that consistent
Got that good stroke, roll your eyes back

Go i yelled at dat bitch
Ion want you no more
Ooh dat bitch cancelled
(Put a line through dat bitch)
No i ain't takin you back
Stop calling my line

that lil' pussy, I want some money

Got a spray, then I drop me two, huh, yeah
Taxi's legal, don't you make an assumption
Got water like Barbados

me assure you… you don’t

Lemme tell you bout it

Verse 1

Life use to be fun back when I use to get excited

When I was a little punk scraping knees

Batter Up

Russ Freeman

Chet Baker Quartet Featuring Russ Freeman

1997

anthem

I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that hill
I

paper
On the table make it shake
Now we gon wake up the neighbors
Man I'll fuck you, not the haters
That cop bitch wanted the smoke and Ro, you passed

fuck with me, I’m goin' Brady
Did I hit that hoe? I mean maybe
I don't know, I think I’m to faded
Yeah, she sound familiar, but it’s maybe
That hoe two

this, I guess it chose me
Now I'm on the ropes
Put it on my back, guess they won't move if I don't go
What would you do if I was you, ain't have no help

become an advancer 

People say they want the old Dre’

Well I don’t give em answers, I don’t give 

Y’all want me take back all the blessings 

Go back

would listen 
Speeding down the street 
Feel like a weekend day 
Girl you know i got you fuck with people say
Don't want you to see me in no evil way
It's

yea she devoured

Then I dig up in her ribs
Give it all I got to give
Knocking the bottom out this hoe
Mane I pray this hoe live
And I don't want

wrong time
Then switch it around, and maybe one day get it right
Yeah I’ll never back down, ‘cause I come from the light

No, don’t go
Sad to say, but I