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up to what I’m missin
Get hunid of bucks to all the children
And then hop up out the gho-o-o-st
Mind your business don’t get clo-o-o-se
South Pole my

could take me up 
St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I've been confined 
In

You ever touched a quarter million a dubs
Swear that s**t will blow your mind
When I was down they ain't want to come around me
But they want to f**k

Reverse

Redman

Forever [Clean]

1999

know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take

Sixteen Tons [Bonus Track]

B.B. King

Sings Spirituals [Bonus Tracks]

1960

that's strong
You load sixteen tons, so what do you get,
Another day older and deeper in debt
So, St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I owe

the man he could never become
With his head in his hands he would say
Who are they to get to decide your worth
In this century 21st
Spell bound by this

What You Like

Wiz Khalifa

What You Like

on tour?"
Told her I'mma get a suite by 40 deuce
Don't worry 'bout it, I'mma send the car to you
She said, "Dolla, I got friends for your man"
"I ain't

up your lighters, for your nigga
With bigger website, despite us
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get

a new disguise
Heard your new shit all the shit bout whipping Pies
Paid your money for a whole new batch of lies
I told the Wiz dynasties crumble from

Da Power

Juicy J

TGoD Mafia: Rude Awakening

2016

money

They say Young Khalifa, why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your

more friends though)
Mo money mo problems, mo money less friends, 
(Mo money ain’t coming with more friends though)

[Verse: St Spittin]

The room get

gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass

Ain't No Nigga

Foxy Brown

Reasonable Doubt

1996

gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass

Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's

role model, you're just a liar
Who you inspire
You ride your own dick
Lucifer screaming inside of my head
Swear that I can't get enough of this shit
I

talent
Deeper, pullin me close, can't manage
Sativa, bun nuff weed like Wiz Khalifa
Darkoo strapped up, ready for diva bullet)
Cognac, Russ ain't into

mission

West coast, east side, my stomping ground
Come around get your ass flatlined from
Niggas of that cracklines
Welcome to this wildlife
Steady living

your
Chance just like some lead

Chilling with my boys
Somebody knocking at the door
Oh it's St. Eds
Know they never want the smoke
Always talking trash

the bell out 
Ding ding ding 
You better get out 
If you don't wanna feel that 
St-st-st-sting 
When I let this hell out

So many out to sell out 
Saved by

I'm breaded like the baker, don't get paid to talk to haters
And I know y'all like to talk behind my back
But your life is in the gutter that's

s**t's all cap
Stepping up to me better moonwalk back
Cut a bitch off if a bitch talk back
Men in the Met killing for a contract
If they ever said I ran

Take 'Em to Church

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity, Vol. 2

2004

Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th Manhattan
134th and 8th, powerful what's really popping
Sarge hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head

The OBBO, 151st

Rich Fyah
Treva Holmes
We get high
Get high
And high
And high
Crazy blue
Like St Elmo's fire
Your love is something that I need
It's something that I

cause my weed
Come from another state
Pullin kush out by the pound
Girl it wasn't a 8th

Relax yourself girl, please settle down

Stretch out your legs,