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never gonna stop the grind
I never really gave the time
You stole my heart its not a crime
I used to sit alone and cry
Did I do that I wonder why
Never

Do Your Time

Beanie Sigel

Release Therapy [Clean]

2006

you accept the charges, if not hang up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,

Drought Season

E-40

Ice T Presents the Westside

2004

on them thangs like 40
Stay fuckin with a bitches brain
(40)
Can`t be affected by the great depression 
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let

Nigga dont trip be cordial
Ski leaving them sick NAUSEOUS
Brown thang, head on that bitch she BARKIN
War just settle it then, no TALKIN
Whole lotta

game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor

all my people in then kick them out like you ain't start it
Kill us all by exhaustion
Face all on the quarter 
Overtime cause I caught it
Tax check

choppas out 
I knocked em out
Niggas know I don't tell joke
I ain't a fucking clown 
He ain't want another round 
Like Chris brown and fat joe 
My light is

buddy’s but the fake got switched out
Bitches called me bummy it’s funny how shit flipped now
Cuz now they want me to beat the pussy up like I’m Chris brown

it 
My niggas always gunning 
Came in here with nothing 
Chris brown 
Watch us run it

I been grinding grinding grinding
I can't wait to get it later

Didn't care for me when I didn't have the right flow
And look at me now, Chris brown without the wrong throw
Yea
And y'all be waiting for me just to slip

the yard, Chris Brown, get beat by dirty shoes
Sippin' goose to get loose, skating down the avenue
I'm tired of these niggas, they just internet thugs
I know

Cos the bigger picture make me wanna let go
Keep yo distance nigga you ain't with this nigga
Treat my dicc like Chris Brown come and kiss kiss with you

until it's
Money in my hand
That's why wherever I go
And they know it's a show
That it's about to down
Feel like Chris Brown
Y'all niggas said see you

He singin' for help like a song from Chris Brown
He wake up confused and he wearin' a gown
The cops askin' questions but he left astound
Debatin' if he

Braveheart general since oh-fo'
Got the belt to show, certified classic
Oh-six, Chris Brown was blastin
cnd no way they wanna hire assassins
They still

call me wack
Murder in the beat, I can do it with the damn flow
Not Chris Brown, but you know I'ma switch the tempo

Extra shit
She always talking, yes,

really care that you claim you can spell
I just really wanna bring this point in well
It's the 'not all men' types, Chris Brown hypes
Don't wash their ass

Fucking on yo honey boy I been 100
I been 100
Get you merk for 100 I run it
Chris Brown on them hoes
Designer all over my clothes
Neck and wrist really

Bitch I'm back, like a nigga never left
I got that strap, the kind of heat that make you melt
Aint gotta cap! No! I keep it real all by myself
I'm

Big butt, great smile
Chris brown, take down
I could say less, you prolly get the breakdown
Small spot, great crowd
No hands, face down
Never met

And I don't give a fuck
I go Chris Brown
Bitch down
I don't give a fuck about shit now
Pull the stick out or my dick out
One is getting blown
Run up

gone line up for bands like Lester
I ain't no wrestler (gang, gang, gang)
Aimin' for brains, matha fiesta

Suffocate him, stuffin' his face in a zip

your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by

ain't a sticker butter head, we up the score by like six

We smokin' good gas, nigga on the corner that we shoot at
That's a new pack, and it's