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I ran up outta drugs I think time to buy some more
Hit my plug up tell em pull up to 66 hoe
Right there by West Oaks
I'm talking bout the red store
I

break bread
With my kin, bitch, i got rich off Barbie
(Huh?)
Gucci her bag, my bitch full of class
Her purse ain't made by Tardy (Trap)
I got dog food, I

shit where he live
See I'm from Jamestown
Fuck city limits, we off 36
Come down 213 and you drive in the sticks
We post up on 2nd and chill at the bricks

up in Georgia
Drop his body by the levees, he can't hold no water (nope)
Catch that slaughter, shots leave his dreads weak Dwayne Carter (Wayne)
Uptown

Doubt, gave you 20 in some DAD socks

Whoo
He's sonning buddy, and he ain't a Pop's
And he got his man on lock
The key is to shut em down up top
You knew

He ain't no good 
I found him out 

I'm packing up all my favorite things 
cnd I'm leaving him.

By the time I get to Phoenix 
He'll be Rising 

He

chills
His nose ran, and his eyes ran
He was doubled up by piercing cramps
Plagued by sudden attacks of vomiting and of diarrhea
Nothing could stop these

was no doubt about it
Undercover men on every corner of their property
But Jack, he just took Jane by the hand
He said, 'Come on over here a while,

Where do we go
You come to slaughter us in our homes
Jefferson Atatiana shot up in her home
Stephon Clark by his grandma's
He was shot up in her home
He

a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (no cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (they know)
I wan' do up the twos, got

Got some Ps  in the passenger seat
Big 40 on my lap and the FM by my feet
She's as thick as a gram in the wood
Nah, I wish the bitch would

Got some Ps

(Got my beat from London)
Glee

Record label full of smackers, rap group with no rappers
I could get a nigga scratched
Call me daddy, she

The black Rock Lee and he kick it like Might Guy
He got some shit to drop, he just waiting for right time
Seeing more green than a cop at a stoplight
Don't

got a sure tip at the weekend races 
A horse called Valance came in 
By this time I knew him well 
So he set me up with my own hotel 

It's down in

to(Winter)
Spring(Spring) to the hip-hop level that I'm on
When I'm warm, rhymes season MCs
Then I heat them up till they reach critical degrees
So by the time

(sh)
Can't have the phone by the scales when bagging
Airin' my gyal, know she's at home mad
And been up for so long that I ain't even knackered

he drops
I am now living they bring up my past they worship the old me
I swear that they miss him
I am forgiven but they don't forget it they quick

he trap on every song it’s like
Turnin up Turnin Turnin up
Burinin up Burnin up Burnin up
Sellin a Sellin a Sellin a
Brick of whatever etcetera
I got

breathe at all
You get hit up so quick he won't get to cough
Remember Me trapping
And leaving school
You was asking me boy what got into you
I jumped in

Request + Line [Will. I. Am Remix]

The Black Eyed Peas

Request Line [Australia]

2001

of the collection of the records he saved
To the direction of the record we swayed
And all night through the session we stayed

Cause you know you got the feeling

feel like giving up
I'm so close 
This fuckboys ain't got nothing on me 
Right now I better focus on me 
This fuckboys ain't got nothing on me 
Right now

fighting for the freedom even when the Odds are stacked up against In Steeltown Hes fighting real crime Assisted by the power Of the God that's divine yeah

'd won it all
But those tables got a mind of their own
Ewww
Double up or quit
He wants the thrill but not today
More sinners than saints in this town
Those

flow like fine champagne

Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
Built by noonien soong,
Call him up, he won't go limp,
Or finish too soon

Coaxke:
One day