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thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in

want the tan more
Cold as hell cooking dope, I need a hand warmer
The other car won a hundred racks, the Lamb McQuarter
I went your ass beat by the young

shoot
You an Air Jordan

Hutch and Gary did all my ice, you wearing Jordan
Had to tell Mike, strap it up, he a fan fucker
Big sack of rocks by my nuts,

Freestyle Session

H.S.E.

Hustlaz Stackin' Endz

1999

sipping on bubbly
Running thangs, ain't no every day I'm on my campaign
Some boys be sipping Cristal, Moet pop serving champagne
Sip a fo' guzzler,

the hell is grown though
Don't wanna be like anyone else
Whoa
(Let's go)
All these young kids
Tryna get up in the mix
Then they get they tongue twist
Hung by

to do is sabatoge my life
Death just might
Pay the price
Of all my fuck ups
I AM NOT ALRIGHT!
Wish I had someone in this bed I could hold
Who can't get

y'all two are my hell
Twenty for my girl and eight for my bro
Take 'em from eachother, huh, wait, hold on
Divide it by the beast, break me out of my shell

Welcome 2 Houston

Pimp C

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama

(Still breaking boys off,

to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:

hatin'
Pay them no attention
My name they mention
Just brings me pension
Also not to mention
Hold up
I think it's time to roll up
Lets get the party

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

Take care of my bitch yo
Take care of my kids yo
Hold down my chips yo
Hold down that work yo
You got my life in yo hands
Nigga hold me down
From

finna bus in that shit, like the Marta
Hold up my nigga, I meant to say, Charter
How you the plug, and you whipping a Charger
Pearls...Diamonds they

school toyota
Carrying baggage from all of my demons

I got hotel waiting in hell
Boy you ain't hard that's a story you tell
You ain't no wolf I can tell

8:46 i look thru the list 
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in

a Florida bitch
That type to hit you ten times for a quarter flip
I smoke my last blunt damn that's when the boredom hit
Hit up Supa nigga I just need another

on, hold on

Started losing my mind, who am i to trust
(can't trust nobody)
Start abusing the grind, now a nigga up
(I'm up) telling bitches I know it

Broward County Florida nigga
Everything 1k, young nigga man
Project baby Haitain boy
(That lil' nigga from Pompano)

I be that young Haitian boy

his hand
But the shot he aint take it
Back of his mind
Guess he rather be a sayin
Boy you better shoot first
For yo ass be decaying
Put a nigga inn

Throw your hands and hold me tight
We gonna kill it the rest o' the night
I want to kill it, kid
Hot mama, let's kill it, kid

You can kill it with

knocked my motherfucking son out his Nike Airs
But hell, life aint never been fair
Let me give you something, little dose of what I been through
My mom told

down to ride, bitch hold this gun for me
I ain't never runnin' from no smoke, bitch I be out too much
If my nigga name on black and white, then I can't

to a stock holder hold my composure
Bring my hand up when the shots over
A hundred deep with the soldiers
And we shoulder to shoulder

Yo, I live a DJ's dream

 boy! Lookit go

Holla holla, Kidd Kidd SQADer rider
Got my momma closet stocked with Prada
Top ta bottom steady piling
Live good, fuck ya problems
Prolly