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I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a- just-
Just- just like GG Allin, eat my shit
You rodents talk alot of it

at me like tat tat tat tat what the fuck

I got scores to settle that go back over 20 years too many problems to count but I don’t have any fears 

Long

'm taking his life
Just like something I found
(Ay, lil bitch)

Run up them bands
Count up the cash
Niggas be talking & hating
Run up them bands
Count up them

at ease 
Lost two of my dawgs this year I feel death coming in 3's
I did the shit I ain't want to for the shit that I need 
And Bre come home next year shit

for forgivness took a brief intermission, so practice my tradition in the kitchen so i'm back in my position, black smith-en aiming at the opposition

ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from

carry
I never leave her home
And every night I sleep with my wife
I never sleep alone (Slight pause)
I'm married to the ratchet I carry
I never leave her

walkin with the hip movements
Big blood aint shit blue with me
40 Cal i could hit you with it
Money baby I get to it
Walk down aint shit to it
Any beat I

gave my brother
And we can use it for just us four
What you talking 'bout four, you forgot how to count
Ohh I get it, you wanna bring your boyfriend

on the pavement
Blue cheese no feta 
Ya bitch on me come get her
Baby you aint know better?
Couple bills for the sweater

I just came from Atlanta
And I just left

Compton Compton

The Game

Untold Story

2004

and the hippies, same ones smokin' since the 60's
Everybody yellin' gimme, gimme

Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, come

Now the sky's blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
Flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp,

than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped

than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped

a charge
With a snitch confessing
Just his names in your mouth
Try Smith & Wesson a gun in your mouth
Will shut your cowards up
I put metal in your grill

protection
Learn a lesson from a Smith & Wesson
Hug the block just for affection
So ironic, it's da pressing
Come out y'all boys in blue
Gimme a fair one and I

I'm Talkin' to You

T.I.

King

2006

niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking

do a crime
I'm just tryna stay alive so I
Count from one to ten and take deep breaths right
Look around tell me what you see next right
Put your head

(16th Killer)

I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend

damn
I am so high I can't land now, so I'm basically sittin' by the man now
I'ma just do what I can now
For my existence, this girl is banned now

the time by, forgetting my life
I can't deal with all this waiting,
I need someone to come home to
Need it to be you
I can't deal with all this crazy myself

 raw and then I don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out, and then go to sleep
Wake up count some money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off

How come you don't call me anymore
How come you don't cal me anymore
How come you don't call me anymore

How come you don't, don't call me, me

what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send