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Top Drop

Slim Thug

My Slab "Str8 Top Droppa"

bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T

a mile a way 
That's facts.
I can spot a hater by the way they quake
cnd act.

cnd if I had a grave 
For everyone that tried to play me
I'd be standing in

Yeah that was part one but this is part dos 
Shout out to eastside they keep the best smoke
I rep for my folks, lil mo and c low
Big blue and meat major,

That my black friend, he a real black kid
Get your own carton, askin' me for a cig
At the food court, he has 2-3 wings
Then the cops come with

fancy their children a crying then
But we will pat their heads
And sing them to sleep with a firemanæ?¯ song
Then burn them in their beds
Chorus repeats

I ain't got time for that, I'm on the move

I paid a lot of dues I make a lot of moves I don't know how to lose at all
They're counting followers I'm

snooze? I ain't got time for that, I'm on the move

I paid a lot of dues I make a lot of moves I don't know how to lose at all
They're counting followers

snooze? I ain’t got time for that, I’m on the move.

I paid a lot of dues, I make a lot of moves. I don’t know how to lose, at all. They’re counting

cow 
for this bean?
Are you serious? 
Exchange my cow for this silly bean?
Uh-huh! 
What do you mean, 'silly bean'? 
Let me tell you 
something about

have kids, and all die in a car crash
By the time we're 45
Now everybody's got a song
They don't have much to say
Turn to your neighbour, and pat them

where peace lays I am working hard for days so I gave myself raise
Pat myself on the back I could never look back I could never go back to that victim

I’ve been waiting for my turn
Trauma caught my heart and soul
I've been waiting for too long
Tunnel vision might be wrong

Blessings on blessings

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

You deserve a pat on the back and a round of applause
The sound of this song makes you think I'm not proud, but you wrong

The Way We Live

Chico DeBarge

N.O.R.E.

1998

Y'know what I mean? This for the woman y'know what'm sayin? Coming up just 
Trying to get a nut. y'all really understand what we doing. Ya know?

care about more than commas
I can't erase all my trauma
Yeah I'm fully woke in pajamas
Don't judge a book by its cover
You could be wrong very wrong
Hard

the cut like stairways
My neck on chill like marinade
I need Pat Stewart to narrate
Type to blow it all for some me time
Please don't call at all won't

girl I could stomach it
Acid my tongue, Thunder cat-tin, I'm scatting, Them Changes we sung
Recession pressing, make my wage minimum, but I pay for that

right a song about it, you know
So here it goes, it goes something like this

I can't pay attention for a second I'm dyslexic
You better have something

gotta kill a bug
My old women mad, they knew what it was
My haters turn into LeBron when they hear my songs
Appointed by the plug, I got it gone
Anointed

mortgage off of Spotify
Yeah woah
Asking for a feature I don't got the time
Plus I heard the song and honestly I'm over qualified
And I got some people in my

one another,
I don’t listen to what people say no mo,
I judge em by their actions that’ll tell the truth for show,

It gots to be the East when I chunk

it's earned
I've sat back too long it's my turn
I made this song for them boys in the Burg
Cause I made it out the Burg
Made it out the Burg
Made it out

the past
My music is therapy to poison the pain
And every song like a piece of me
Ain't lookin' for fame
I ain't never thought about selling
My soul for this

siege, hoes

I am surrounded by legends
Even when I don't fit in, I get in
You ain't gotta pat me down
To find the weapon
Scott Stallone won't even
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