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crush a bitch
Um, yeah off white with the blue stripe
Few drinks met a few dikes
Light rocks with a few vics
She rode that dick like a new bike
Damn right

got time for emotions
I cop a Vic and I smoke it
All these niggas dead, all my friends gone
Stood the test of time my nigga I’m the only one
That’s why

take control if you beg it
Aint' gotta get on your knees just to let me by
You could guess why I haven't tried
Opening to your meaning when your whole

I got it on me yeah yeah I got it on me
These niggaz phony yeah all these niggaz phony
I got paper I got cheese no macaroni
By my lonely I done got it

by the gram and I smoke by the Vic
If I go broke imma make it back quick
Run up this bread and I'm chasin' the cheddar
Fuckin' yo bitch and I make her

gon die by the same hand that helped him eat
Hop right out the Johny wit them long ass sticks
But the vics was posted wit em think I hit the wrong bitch

A lotta yall wasn't built for the league
Drafted by a label you a walk on team
Guess I got to kill them so I walk on dreams
These niggas ain't lit

Art Ark Ahh Ark Art Ahh

Wesh Vic, gars j'suis à NYC, là et assis
Trajet gravite autour d'une masse compacte comme Mapple et la 6
J'suis si taré

trust me
We not horsing around
This ain't no movie we not acting
Youll get gunned down

Live from the projects
We still in the bandos
Ak 47 by the door

thick and thin 
You stand by me
You never let me go
So, why won't I lift up my voice in worship
And praise Your name!

If the Sun does not forget to rise

Intercession, in groanings that cannot be uttered
Groan!

My God, my God, my God, my God, my God
Yes Lord, Yes Lord, Yes Lord

I don’t know if there is a people,

saging? I'm that amazing
Eating, I've been grazing
Words are bullets and I've been aiming
If it ain't a bullseye, then I'm retraining

Drinking so much,

jacket by the Vic. square fountains
Shouting from the top of toys are us
My boys don't fuss, because they dress homogenous
Enjoy the trust, we all share

Execution style we don't drive bys
Choppa clap like high fives
Glock turn that white tee ti dye
We got the drop Shiid I'll drive
They spoke on P they all died

cock times 3
A rock times 3
Rub them together
And they gon cock like me
Slicc Vic the dick
Im like Kodak
But I bop by she
And she ya main dish
So you

Ego vysoko nad mrakama jako by bylo na fetu

Ten nahoře ví že potřebujem víc nul
Kapek, korun, litrů, utíká nám život
Topíme se v papíru když nám blízcí

they say you could tell if a man lyin' by lookin' in his eyes
What's understood ain't never need a fuckin' explanation
What's understood ain't never

dealing with no refs if we really Getting technically
Never had a tray special, to catch a Vic I was Desperate
I ain een a hot head nomore but I'm still gon

to gifts that God has given me
Just to see
You can check out my history
Peep my timeline it's by devine design
No mystery
I used to dabble in some black

Lick the P*ssy

The Beatnuts

Street Level

1994

freak could lick you up and down better
Even if his tongue was silk, he couldn't get you wetter
Find space on my face, give me all that you got
So I

of sitting on porches
The cookies came from Portland
3:10 to Yuma and I'm Ben Wade
Meditation in the desert with my sensei
Crown vics parked by Chevy's with

stolen whips
Them old Vics
They full of clips!
Four window down and you let it rip
Slid by his house, hit his granny in the hip
Cause the car full

Yo we on demon time in this mu fucker 
YEAH YEAH YEAH WOAH YEAH YEAH
Kenny go commando 

I had to go get it 
By the grace of god 
Homie Don't be

I got mad love for all my niggas
Shorty got that bad love for all my niggas
If you need to vent dog just call a nigga
I know they just be waitin' for