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just left my body 
Feel the vibe 
I’m alive 
seen the devil 
looked em in the eye 
got my bitch she by my side
Still tht nigga never lie 
In the jungle

Right on the Borderline by Payson Lyon   
 
Late into Sunday, half grown and hungry
I watched while a freight train came rolling
March bit the air,

to return

Come and take me by the hand
If you follow my command
Your fingers laced with mine
Playing “seek, and ye shall find”

Where the loud cicadas cry
In

bent in wrong directions
But now this building’s better, made up from sections
One by one, these tracks made in my basement keep my building sturdy

But

loose/ too late/ turn the page/
Coz I'm new new

Tryna make me old news and old views 
cause I ain’t fit enough to run by your rules 
This is just

they be fake but I ain't wit dat
Say we tight but they snakes I ain't wit dat
Can't believe, we living the way we living
Days ain't going by, we ain't

(Ле-е-е-о-о)
Money mo, money mo
Niggas on the track with dope
I was only 14, slangin on some Dial soap
Tryna break a junkie bitch
And then I get my

like they porno ads
Line stacking out the door, so you know they bout to run it back, yeah
Interceptions when we pushing tracks
Never leave a trace,

fuckin hip hoe
Bitch with the Devil on my fuckin side nothin you bitches can do
So I load my fuckin clip run up and kill all you bitches!
Put me in a motha

swinging sticks.
You was in that courtroom, and came out fully drenched
I asked the bitch how she know me, she said, you go by trench
The way I stuff, her

bandits by my side
Cutting throats
Flat line the diagnose
Run my passion
Fuck em hoes
Get me mad
When you see me in my bag
And you still ain't say a thang

the nation
So where the fuck we going now?

I hope you run hoe From all this gun smoke
Pull the trey eight volver wit the snubbed nose Fuck the love tho Im in

anytime
And I think the song is super dope by the way

Oh yeah that's wassup I appreciate that

What made you write it

Uhh, I mean temptation,

a bag
Pop it hip hop
Make a hip hop forrest gump run the track
I can get the money
Bet they dig what I'm sayin
By the bundles yeah the blue hunnids coming

bag i ain’t apart a that
Go check the stats you don't need an armagnac
I'm pushing peace but I’m known to blat
A fucking beast when I’m on the track

I won’t say I’m the best you know
I’ll try to stay professional
But if you disagree with me
Then you can suck my testicles
The test is full of yes

So High

II Tru

A New Breed of Female

1997

to get higher, come ride
I will fly you

[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky

your block into a track meet 
Run nigga
Aye we just here to have fun nigga 
Don’t invite me anywhere if I can’t bring my blood with me
I ain’t going

that cap
I'll really make a nigga run like that nigga running track
Im tired of these niggas always wanna see me down 
Im already fighting cases they

need higher pay
What do you mean I'm white? have you heard of Eminem?
Jamie Oliver gets fucked by 5 men on the next page
GOD DAMN IT!

Holy fuck, this is

niggas that turned they back on me
Relaxed on me
Bitches that never asked for me
They crapped on me
You never got on a track for me
You spat on me
So let

you gotta walk (walk)
Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)
Who the fuck said, "Stop the track," bruh? Let a real nigga talk (yeah)
I walk from

I'm Hot

Erick Sermon

Music [Clean]

2001

T Braxton heat, track I burn
While you go left, I make a right turn
(I'm Hot) Def Squad no one does it better
If it gets hot take off the hot sweater

that you
Wack and shouldn't be here at all
Kamachi's this and that I hear it all
I see you run from ya squad screamin'
I wasn't even there wit y'all
I