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Keep moving forward, don't quit, don't give up
Keep pushin, keep goin, lets go 

Makin music you prolly think mediocre
Doin stupid shit can't decide if I

three o’ ten
Wreath out front that you won’t bring in
Stain in the carpet from that one night
When we both passed out by the poolside
I’m just tryna make

my heads straight
Gotta flip it and grip it and go and get an x-ray
What's wrong with me? I just feel weight
Pushin' on my chest, and it squeeze

stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're pushin' fifty
Why you

thinkin' bout the opps
Like when is they gon' slide?
Give that boy a face shot
That nigga almost died
Pour a six, pop a Perc'-10
That make me comе alive
You

Young dumb full of cum
I just wanted sum
Played with emotions rollercoastin
We was having fun
Sexin in laundry mat
Sleepin on the couch
Pushin 10 u

I don't drive, the valet gon' park it for me
Boy you broke, do not get to talking to me
All my brothers they riding
They sparking for me 1017, by

(Drugs)

Tell em let tha smoke clear
Yea bitch, I'm ill
Busted ass in '10, and '11's my year (bitch)
These niggas homo, gang fulla qweers
Bitch, I'm off

I'm ripping metal like my dab pen died
I ain't ever gotta settle like my last ten tries
Cooking crack up in a kettle
Pushin weight I'm pushing petals
I

A year, but the blessings
They still keep coming
We up in the H on park ten
Pushin' that cat like a button
This money ain't never gettin' old
We countin'

(yeah)
Smokin' the crop, eyes Chinese (yeah)
I'm gettin' guap now times three

We were out here pushin' weights
Come and see the fuckin' games
And I

U Know U Ghetto

Bishop

U Know U Ghetto

2001

need 10 for me to buy drinks at the bar

Ghettos what you are when you think that your fly 
And the home girl walks right by
Ghettos what you are

Why?

Root

The Book

people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie
Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by

But still they workin' all they life, they pushin

Lucci

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by

of Texas, teeth goin' bling-bling
Lil' ol' Ms. Ling Ling, givin' happy endings
I was fifteen years old, pushin' weed on a ten speed
I'm a lil' ass Mexican