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Yeah, Ricko
Trap, Uh
These ain't fufu' guns
Rockin' Air Force One's
We smokin' by the ton
Big Trap gon' get him gone
This shit be blowin' up
Uh fuck,

heart
No dreams too big or too small, oh no

Yeah 
Look
Lonely singing in the rain but wouldn't trade it for the moments that I find most comforting

See Me...
Just a different kind of breed!

I'm going hard by any means 
Stack this paper with a lot of dreams
I'm praying these haters don't

See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code

Music Makes Me High

Afrika Bambaataa

Eastside

2003

to wreck the crew
 we be havin mad fun
 Niggas known me from day one
 lifestyles of the rich and shameless
 Violat'in they were even nameless

Verse 2

and I'm taking they shine 
Roll the gas up I got what you need different flavors have unlimited loud
Put it on the scale bussing down the bells sell em by

back in time,

[B.I.G.]

now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age

I hope you can feel the texture, dyslexia
That I can wreck, so I can enter
Imagin' your body like a pencil
The mic is my utensil
Stickin' the potent

spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood

Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up

to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But

to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But

on this stage by slow hand of impending disgrace. 
The big wheel keeps turning but I'm still learning to wind down on the way home. 
I'm out of the cold,

stupid you can tell by how i talk
Bitch i'm smoking too much weed got 8 ounces in my sock
Yeah my stick too fuckin big you can tell by how i walk
WAP that

(Giggity giggity)
Not a buyer ima seller come get this shit (Tap in)
Damn, tryna smash off in a lamb by 12/21, might wreck it and dont give a damn (Skrrrr)

dogs with big paws and big balls and  
Call them BDC right up in yo hoes draws and 
It's tomorrow and I'm hitting It til the morning 
Fuck it nigga I'm

livid
Never pass numbers, unless we counting
One, two, three, four, five hundred thousand
I look at you, unremarkable
Big vest on, produce alpha particles

Nigga you dont wanna get schooled right now
Nigga back up nigga come here
They wanna act a fool now
I got them dogs with big paws and big balls and
Call

We Boys

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

was Steven Seagal
Sometimes I carry a glock and other times an eagle
And my dick's so damn big that shit should be illegal
Went from a fade to a 'fro

basket
Turn it up and we wreck it
Wreck it and collect it
Checks getting messed on my little desk again
Made it through the fence
Maximum defense when

Feels good cuz I'm slapping myself
Good is felt cuz I'm slapping myself
Scooting down the strip left wreck on the trail
Blame the big beat cuz I'm

I don't need a crew, I'll pull up and wreck shit, get things hectic 'cause that's what I do.
Brought this thing to whole new levels, like Pop Smoke,

It's not big and not clever

Free your mind
Don't be blind
We don't need anything
Don't need your kind to be justified
It's a Digital Execution
A Digital

bands
I don’t brag I just put roof in
Gas on me cost few grand
Cash on me cost a few friends
Wreck da jag cop coupe Benz
40 cal on me Might do ten
Fuck

nigga get lost you know what my wrist cost
You see why ya bitch choose blinded by the big Jews 
She ain't seen it can't knock the hustle I'm still