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can teach you how to turn a 10 to 50 (turn a10 to 50)
Aye shawty, wassup with it (Wassup lil mama)
We can make some bands if you with it (if you with

I don't know about you baby I been on ten
Making these tracks again and again
Jesus He saved me died for my sin
I just been grinding where have you

New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac,

imma run in here 
I gotta get it 
Know I'm with it bitch I'm dumb 

I just left the city won't be gone too long 
Way too many names too many homicides

Black Jesus

Master P

7 Sins

1996

Verse 1 (Kane) 



Six in the morning and I see the sunrise 

Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes 

To see this world so fucked up

10s 20s 50s 100s yea imma run it up need a calculator 
Now im biting down like a alligator ill see you later
Im gone see you later 
This life is a mind

with a few 

Wrap your arms around your mama
Tell her that this one's from me
Stop by that bar on the corner
Buy our friends a round of drinks

I'm not

a song with some curses in it 
Millions inside of these verses innit 

I'm in the city where real ones die 
I'm in the city where mamas cry 
I see em hate

the dick while we on the drill

Niggas cheap as a bitch, on my mama need to get a meal
I run it up all by myself before I sign a deal
Train your bitch to get

get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my neck, gave me the run down like
"Jada my sister. And if you hit her, fuck

Look, mama, I got bigger
Steppa died, I got sicker Boy, you know that we miss you
Whole gang pressin' issues Swimmin' in sharks like the fish do
You ain't

spine stabbing
Not one of mine is lacking
Yeah
I'm one of them ones
Tryna lead by example I ain't get one of them guns
I'm leading the kids
So they don't

tired my mama know Im high
How can I relate in 2008 I was selling dimes
Walking around the city getting litty got a piece of kitty
I was like thirteen

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

them other niggas weak
You a survivor no one liver got the job done
A son of a gun died by your daddy gun
Never imagined
You not being by my side
Never

Murder to Excellence

Jay-Z

Watch the Throne

2011

died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago

I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one

me, yeah (do it for me)

What's your addiction?
Is it money? Is it hoes? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted
By not one, not two, but all three
What's

on the block my dawg died on
That's on the porch his mama cried on
All through the night you know we slide on 'em
Won't do no talkin' on the mob phone
This

streets n somehow I made it out 
Damn near lost my mind but kept my money n my clout
Wish I could keep my kids n just x they mamas out 
Took my lumps I

a lawyer that cost a honey bun
Before I buy pussy, I buy a hundred guns
Judge told me nigga died with my gun
Twenty ten briefs sayin' Ralph Lauren
Died

m.A.A.d city

MC Eiht

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"

If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end

guy
Choppa make you run until your lungs tire out
Yeah your bitch was a flame but her fire died out
I’m up in the clouds you can’t run my route
Sipping

As we rode on out to Fennario
As we rode on out to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with
A lady like a dove
And called her by a name, pretty Peggy-O

We don't do drive bys
We do run ups
From the sundown to the sun up
We on crime time nigga nut up
I ain't got no heart nigga fuck love
I got faith in