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I done gave game on consignment niggaz ain’t run it back. How u claim the fruits of my labor and try to run wit that. I ain’t sold no coke but I

a head henchman ,
Did I forget to mention? 
Left the body on the corner , hella cold no repentin'

"Yeah that's one outta two"

Feelin' like the man , he

a different steak 

Give two fucks what you say 
Man I'm on my way 
To a brighter day 

I represent the dream and my family 
Bitch I'm way too off the handle

purple we riding around in a wraith
They comin by makin sho that we straight
Know I survive cuz I stay in my lane
Pushin the whip we ain't using the breaks

roll of the dice and now they want my soul for a price
Fell in love with this paper, man, it's still fuck fame (fuck fame)
All this drip with the gang,

[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my

i keep on goin
Why they geekin on me, you's a dummy so I think it's OV

But I'm boolin by my lonely cause these niggas phony
Heard they wanna poke me,

had be strong, lost my mom at seven, had to keep on

I never let it hold me back, no-no, didn’t have a shoulder I could lean on

But I was leaning

Caesars
Instead, dare iz a dark side said by Red
I'm consciously
Cruciously coming for your head
I'm from a small coast called
Stay Out My Path and from

forget that
Just gimme my summer
Learn all the angles
Gotta play it smart
They're after you, man
That's no farce
Bleeding you, until you're through
Until

And all of the shit back then was stupid
Fucked my life up 
Drinking and partying w my friends, influenced
By them people I looked up to
Now I don't even do

stay in touch
Took my scissors cut em off they gimme paper cuts
If i was Christian I'd pray for the ones who breakin' trust
Wish i had a million dollars,

take it to bed
Making your way, it's a thing people say
I can't figure it out, baby, look at me now
Losing myself, put me back on the shelf
I'm not ready

a dude got no manners
Doing stuff with my mans
Instead of what we had planned
That was childish no gambino
You was out in boston no bam bino
Atlantic city

goal, since I'm grown Ima get what I live right?
Man, this demon better give me my mic
Give me my sight
Gimme that light
Blunt went out
I been getting by

beats down
Fuck that shit
Rap the only therapy I need now
Profit off my pain
Buy that peace shit piece by piece now
Tell them niggas piece out
On my 18th

I know it's hard to find a man
That's settled down and treat you right
And if I told you all my plans
Would you stand by my side
Gimme your hand baby

Oh baby don't be mean, follow me
Thick cakes and blonde dummies
Nuff money gimme white liver fi them hunnies
Drink till we're drunk and sway inna

frontporch life
I don´t wanna think bout ever leaving again
Just gimme some time to lay my soul to rest
If my buddies all show up I will stand my man
They all

that point back like Derrick Rose is
Too cold, my heart is frozen, the scars are showing
Sparta focus and I'm dope like Macaulay Culkin
Yeah, and now

pave my way

Pull it back together
They can't see you in pain you can't let it
Dictate
Please think straight
I know you hold onto things till this day

Who I Is

Three 6 Mafia

Southern Lean, Vol. 1: Screwed

2007

a truck young bloods drinkin' Remi
Underneath the hood, yes my nigga its a Hemi
Snatch ya off for change, take your chain, playa gimme
Three 6 Mafia,

Who I Is

Three 6 Mafia

The Best of Three 6 Mafia and HCP: Chopped and Screwed

2005

a truck young bloods drinkin' Remi
Underneath the hood, yes my nigga its a Hemi
Snatch ya off for change, take your chain, playa gimme
Three 6 Mafia,

the gwolla in the safe now
Me and all my Gennas we ain't playing around
No no way

I told you I'm fly like a eagle 
I'll never zang bro I move right by my