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sick it ain’t no hold the cold from me
Hey
I got butterflies
Put a gun up to your homie tellin him he gonna die
Options now he switching teams he tellin

Her favorite holiday is Halloween
She's got witchy vibes
I give her a broom to ride
Soy el diablo, she got sage lit
Tits like crystal balls
Suck like

together
Man this glock got no picks we want smoke with whoever
She tryna fuck and I swear I just met her
Ya bitch keep on texting and sending me letters
He

Yeah, like, I'm the baddest bitch walkin'
Like, it's nuancin' me
He's really feelin' me, he's callin' me everyday (Chaser, Chaser)
And it's just

These niggas need Lord 
Wanna fuck, hit transfer and slide in her throat
These niggas faking but already gave up 
Got the Lord by my side so it's hard

and didn't leave her none
That silly slut was fuckin' fiendin'
Thinkin' she could get up on my crip, she fuckin' dreamin

It's no contest, I got the bomb

Pound up before my brothers pattens you
Waved in the rave, how did I manage to
I got Henny in my cup this ain't a Malibu
I told her come 'round, she

leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no
Way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way
Hold on i was conceived by Gloria
Carter

She on da boss
Infactuated by the sauce
That other mayne, he took a loss
I ran off wit her, Randy Moss
Look her in her eyes,
place my hand up on it

She on da boss
Infactuated by the sauce
That other Mayne, he took a loss
I ran off wit her, Randy Moss
Look her in her eyes
place my hand up on it

Hold on 
He say he gon step get ya toe gone 
I'm taking his toe cuz he don't want it 
We apply so much pressure could smoke on it
If they can't help

Yeah
Yuh
Huh
Yuh
Yeah
Huh
Bet that
Ha
I hold up on it with her hands up
Ha
I hold up on it with her pants off
Hoo
Get into it I'm the answer
Ha
See

trying act like it ain't happen
My brother he slime he really get active
And we wipe his sinus get him a napkin
These niggas be trying they really be

Confessions

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

were born to die
So fuck mom and father cries
I was one never to bother guys
But when my girl got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the dick down her

I Can Feel It

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me and he won't let go
I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead

her
They judge a nigga off his looks he a killer and a charmer
Boy all dat talkin out your neck goin turn my nigga to a bomber
Put some cartis on my

catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in

Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey

silver john long
But he's more like platinum
Hold up here's a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor
And tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me where

bright
I stay lit, Bob Marley
Sip ace of spades, no ed hardy Walk through the door, I bring the party
OME, they like no he
Shut up hoe, you don't know me

latinos, he really mean that
Yeah, hand no shake mahn, please, kuna Corona
Nothing personal, I just wanna live longer than Maradona
New boys who pose weird

and Bob go blunt for blunt
He used to drive Caddy
Uhhh
Damn
Another nigga bitch
She was fucking with the gang
Was me or Mitch
I got this feeling in hand
I

And the hater's they ain't tough tower
Over them forget luck
Cuz you got you so there's no really need for such

All we need hope and what follows is you
Step by

young niggas play with burners
It ain't my fault (oh, really), it ain't my fault

That the opp got caught
Fuck the drive-by, gang hop out, war (let's