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that I'm right, I hope you're not his, I hope that you're mine
We live and we die, until then were just getting by
So why not just be my side if you're

what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,

just wanna do what I came to do
Drop bombs like nuke, radiating you
Fools to a crisp
Get off my dick, it's the same old shit
When you spit like this,

they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think

, I just really tapped in like two years ago

Last year I was making a lot of pain, so I was just being hit by different things
So, you know, I was just

Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff

Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but

I'm with my dawgs
My hond, di ntja'ka
Sparapara in a Porsche
Pasop, for the kgata
You don't wanna go to court
For a kop, of the dagga
They shot

it, just forget it
I'm lookin' good on every single edit
Kill the pussy
I'm the player and the paramedic
Ball hard while I'm gettin' paid
Think smart,

them cards
You know how to gamble? Let me tell you something
It's all or nothing, all or nothing, baby
You wanna bet on something? You can bet on me
I

Don't Fight the Feelin'

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it

ass then you know i dont trust you 

Better keep your distance yo can tell by my knuckles, give a fuck bout your muscles, if you wanna act stupid you

This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating 
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah

Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby

Two strokes to the right

at their desk
My shit just keeps on playing
Like the radio's possessed
It's Bustin Jest yes
I smoked away my stress
Your daddy hates my music
But your

just you and me girl let's have some fun
Pack the backwood tight smoke it roll a blunt
This ain't GTA but I'm driving like spun
Stopping by the alley way

where my heart at
And they tell you that's the way it go, the way it go
Music playing on the radio, the radio
Don't wanna' hear no love song
So why do I

through your pride
You've been drunk as fuck & pourin' lust out your eyes
I can bend the truth and always be on your side
I know what to do if I just wanna

I really don't know what they talking about
They just running their mouth I don't do this for clout
I be looking around I be seeing them down
And I

life
I don't really wanna talk with anybody this morning
Just wanna be alone, play Rocket League 'till it's night
Killing my connections, leave my body

dropping numbers to the negative
I always run it to a hundred
Only God know my fate how I wish he could reveal it
I wanna move in clarity
All the stress all

funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna

til
I grip on the ting
Like a -, got Yamaha trottle
God knows I don't wanna fight and quabble
But man keep testing my patience
Tell A&E make way for

Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you

scrappy oo
Love it when the pain is rude, kinda masochistic woo
By now you know I got drive, I’m just trying to survive
I ain’t tryna be the greatest, I

swept in by the racks
Plus I do this shit for fun, aye
Killing, I don't need no gun
Hop on a track and I run
These hoes gon' know I'm the one
Hate