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Reckless

Pacewon

Won

2002

shot in the throat
He used to break day on the block, sellin' coke
5-for-20 seller, no girlie hassles
Dirty rascal, never showered, smell worse than

Uh! Oh!

Sporty Thievz

Even Cheaper

1999

the red eight? 

Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head straight 

When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolen 

Drinkin and blowin

a wrong n*gga,
I don’t pick and choose anybody gets stepped on n*gga,
FN 5-7 choppa it's a long pistol,
Pistol whip with that dirty hot glock it been a cold

came on
Momma came out then she'd start whistling

I had five more minutes to get in the house
Or I'm a be blisterin'

But you know a young boy livin' in

wine right in front
Of our eyes from the bench
Now we've got him on the
Spot taking shots and
No-one's allowed to run to
His defence mad ting
See I'm

We ain't no ordinary niggas out here baby
We know the key code money, power
Respect if it ain't at least five hundred
Thousand then it ain't a check

Psychopathic Rydas (That's right)
Gon' ride on these bitches
(Forever and a day) y'all know how we do
It's westside 'til we dizzie
(Eastside 'til we

Southside
Automatic weapons all by my side.
Shit ain't been the same
Since the killed my ride.
Over these beats
I spilled my pride
It's my time
Out in these

like when Othello flips
Monticello’s bricks to a modern day Sage
Donatello’s hit's to a scholar of his ways
Always pumpin’ through my
Veins, nonstop,

wounds this
Gold watch the bandage
Is what is, me versus everybody
This is how the spartan live
True combat kings
Walk victorious by any means necessary

unencumbered
It is he who achieved his
Dreams with no slumber
Yeah, scrawny with the sumo bars
A top 40 song, no hook by Bruno Mars
I made the DJs hit replay

you're a felon live like one"
By the way you run your mouth like you ran out of 5 gum
"We hate gum, idiot"
Yeah I know, I'm just tryna creatively tell how

slow
No lip cause I don't fuck with the 5-O
But we high though if I want it I
KnowkeLLS! I STILL GET IT IN OHIO!

All day mother fucker!
Money

open saloon doors
Sittin in a kangaroo court
With ya eyes widefew fingers short of a high five
Car chases
Charred limbs scarred faces
Pull katanas out

cool, they vibey, wavy
Don't make a fuss
Back in the day he would sit on the outside wishing he was one of us
I move and I step ain't letting em know

FN is tucked by my pelvis
Slob on my knob
And the bitch started belchin'
I got hoes in London, Sweden, and Belgium
762, see that boy, and they nailed

is wit it by the lingo I be kickin
I'm bringing the auto mackin' back into rap
I'mma be the biggest, no opinions
Immerse facts been doin' this since

goin' to school, from a five-day suspension 
Graduate to the streets, cost ya life for a tuition (I'm a dropout, nigga)
Gettin' cash and drug money

can't do for yourself
And to be frank, they're really not that useful, not at all
And in five short days, you'll stick 'em away up on some dusty shelf
It

day 
They would come by in December 
While the folks were alive 
With gifts from the money they made 
And they'd talk of the nights neath the bright

Charlie Daniels solo when he's sawin' on his fiddle
c car that goes zero to sixty in 5 seconds flat
It doesn't get any better
Than a fireworks show

Fight Club
Tutti contro tutti fino all'Heads Up
Porto flick flack come Jonny Jeb,
sul beat tengo il tempo hi hat!
Uso la penna come Stan Lee
disegno mondi

by gangsters actually meant a lot (Aweh)
You can try and take my chain but you won' take me alive (Nah)
Stand firm, I smile at death and look it

Look

Back on my bullshit, it's a scary sight
I'ma always keep on steppin'
You can stay behind (Matt Brick$)
I be thinkin' 'bout the days when
I