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Shut ya mouth 'til you blow through your nose
Close and froze 'til your body decompose
Rows will dose when they come to your shows
I suppose your

I'm always up on dormant mode like not on go
Wondering when the shit gone hit the fan I don't know
Somethings been eating at me inside boutta blow

sayin be careful, Emergency Room she ain’t tryna go
Try not to blow fingers off - M80s, car alarms go off
in the city, never played lacrosse - ‘less we

It all just started as soon a nigga was born

All these niggas be sick just by sitting down jacking off and watching some porn

Can’t lie in 5th

got no time for phonies
I do bad all by myself (Madea)
I'll be by my lonely
This shit ain't nothing new
Trust me nigga you don't know me
I been on my

mad cause I'm next here to blow or I'm texting they hoe
Sound personal
Jetty got the glow, all the homies on go
Before we get you niggas out the picture

for phonies 
I do bad all by myself Madea
I'll be by my lonely 
This shit ain't nothing new
Trust me nigga you don't know me 
I been on my grind
Focused

Keep It Comin'

House of Pain

Same as It Ever Was

1994

Uh huh, come on
Smokin' up an l
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
I'm on a highway to hell
Totally consumed
By an earie feelin'
I

Repentance Day

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

Yo, there's still time

As the door close, the cold wind blows
Down America like the Wall of Jericho
Some will walk the sheet close
Many are called

go out bowling and he'd blow those pins to hell
He'd watch what he'd eat and it watched him as well

'Coochie coochie coo, time to go to sleep'

He was

by: John Spears and Tatynisha Michelle Anderson Graham

getting high,
We getting high, and letting praise go
We getting by, we getting by
We getting by, through any angle
Roll one, hit them brakes slow
We

yuo can't go
Show up with a banjo, blue suit lookin' like Jamie in Django
Pre-rolls, got a handfull, I blow the marijuana every way that the fan go

Dare a muahfucker bust a move
I'm a hop out the cut blow'em out his shoes
Smoke his ass like a Newport my dude
And I live by one fucking rule
Get it by

like John Wick and his dog
Nastiest than a mosh pit in the contingent fog
Modest but pretending all of it's
Dragging on. Jake Long.

Don't even mention

freedom taken from birth
I go hit you plus music till I return to the dirt
By the time you go see ma worth
E go be too late
Dey couldn't measure his girth

Gangsta ****

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy

2003

and don't know who to blame

A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting,

Gangsta ****

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy [Clean]

2003

dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some

glory hit harder then lead you pack
So gone head and make your bread
Blow bud and shake your dreads

Cause that's what John did
But He came and saved men

be getting this dick in your mouth
So grab your Champagne glass and
Let the Moet flow
I serve love like John Mcenroe


Trying to blow up like Pretty

at the pack worked hard with the big bro's . 
Now I'm thinking bout the big shows,  
money coming in tryna get it by the big loads. 
Thinkin' bout six figs

His name was John only 14 but his game was strong
He liked to write raps till the page was gone
And every time on stage he would think he's home

By

try to shoot the shit like she John Wick
Told her go and phone a friend
We can double dip
Tell that bitch
Got a couple hundred shooters standing by my

It's 4 in the morning
Looking at you I want it, I'm in overdrive
Baby come on yeah, we can rise with the sun yeah
Let me blow your mind
Saturday