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underneath the sun don't last
Even if you want 'em to
Then suddenly I woke up one day
Looking more like my dad
The world don't seem so big no more
And I

fear
Lil biddie and her friends said they down for whatever
They get freaky just by the change of the weather
How you a rat still ain't getting no

shameless money then you know that I would die for em
Lost too many homies that make me feel like my heart torn
Gotta put on for em, I just came back from

rolling like a guitar
Keep running from G-O-D
You lonely peeps won't get far

Shining like the sun
They always said
I'd be a big star
Competition done
I

too big for your boots and britches
Travel at night by hitching
I don't care if you lose as long as you finish

As long as you finish
Stop caring

they will stay for the flow
As long as you got money, they will claim you the GOAT
The second it stops coming, they gotta go, woah

This shit seems weird

was shootin' at them niggas
Have you ever had a brother
Die in ya arms? Man, i pray to God you won't
Never know that feelin'
Get back gang type shit,

gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (boom, boom, boom)
.762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher
By myself, I'll spin in

these niggas never notice it
I don't take long to decide
I just go for it
I am not controlled by my pride, that's my approach to it
Put my whole hood in

Do not die, I might be yours tonight
No more shows these flows is all I like
Please don't crash from the stage, deserve a fright
Took the heart from

hard
Do a song, get on and get to thinking they God
Well, like Temple T, I would rather die in my sleep
So no one can ever say I never died in my

Dopeman Bitch

Mr. Bigg

Only If U Knew

2000

kids than the bitch own already but
Pussy so big motherfuckers gotta bring a lunch
And a Walkman with extra batteries
Niggas throwin' a party on that

Just 4 You

Cross Movement

House of Representatives

1999

a great big hole
And he became the cement filler to hold up the pole
Called life, no pun intended
You think there's more than one way I recommend you

Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah

This one for them young niggas
Hustlin' them waters in Atlanta
By any means run your bands up
'Member when my mama used

let's only think about love

Okay, Sapphire!
I gotta get dressed for our big day now, so no peeking
And no future vision either!
Okay!

Oh, Steven