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Old car, you’ve taken the years
you’re gonna take me back to my youth.
Ride on down to the riverside
watching the logs go floating by…

Old car,

The demon inside me is close
Never relentless to show 
Over the lap and i go 
Killin the bastards they blow
They runnin and passin the goat
Hand me

brother go bed someplace
You no get money nobody go watch your face
Nobody dey see you brother go bed someplace

Yeah obia nye john na wa melo ooh
Hwan na

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

Down South Bounce

2001

soldiers, I thought I told ya

Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We

Got Dough

Five Deez

Koolmotor

2001

I always stick to my point like a John Pase
(So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it
If I didn't know I could get way wit' it
By the time that I

that been hardened
Change a view that's been distorted

Lets make it crystal clear, you don't gotta be plagued by fear
2nd Timothy 1 and 1st John 4 it's

Head over Wheels

Haze

NY Reality Check 101

1997

I guess I troop, honey, what the scoop? You're kinda cute
Your man is John Recoup, same as my climbing boot
Blase blase blah, I'm not a star, I

I'm John Wick
Every mothafuckin' time I go in
I represent Mexican Americans
Like I'm breakin' into the genre with my fatal flows
I'm that mothafucka

like azucar
Don't get hit by the big right bazooka
Now you march
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in

Don't get hit by the big right bazooka
Now you march
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in the presence

fucking bullets in the suit coats, who knows
Go do it with a wizard, wave a magic wand turn summer into winter
I worship from warships, play PGA courses,

hood
They gon’ be proud of me
We gon’ blow this shit like
We hit the lottery
I got some niggas itching for a body
Young nigga go get him, he already got

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

chooses to come to Rock Bottom

So John and I left the house for some action
And when we got on the main street
I was about to pass by Ol’ William
But John

This one, it just goes on forever, imma just let it go on forever
(Yea, I'm recording over the thing again, the uhh single, yea, cuz I'm just gonna

like seven billion Truman Shows
Can't escape this new fate yo
PDA make the gun blow
Everywhere that I go I'm just reminded that I'm all alone
Waitin' in

this long
We'll all be suffering from this blow
Wish I didn't see
His footprints in the snow

Think I'll take a walk
Get some fresh air
Go down by

brains blow just like a nitro
Ina the intro you wine like a gogo
Give her the go low just like a Wongtoe
The gyal ching chi say she want to come by
But she

John on the beat, by the way

Bitch I'm unlike most, keep a gun right close
Put my shooter on green, he'll blow
Even on a red light, he'll go
Pull

real bad had to get some more
Baby say she love oh no what you need me for
Ask me if i ever been alone ever sinned before
Thought she want to go play

Ever since '97 I been on the go
I been tryna duck statistics I been tryna' blow
Pure passion been relentless boy you better know
The only way to make

Ni Hao
You better blow me now
When I go back to Hong Kong and phone home
Like I'm ET with a rebound

Lock up the suitcase
Fill it with hundreds of blue

stop it
Had to go and get a check up no doctor
CPA with the numbers
I got two bitches fucking
Just found out they was cousins
They blow like bugles

nigga where the cash at G?
I want it all, nigga that's on meeeeee!
Gotta do better
I will not stop until I'm the main header
Or I might blow up like