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Large black sweater, earphones hidden by my beanie
Dig the groove of nyabinghi, I don't really dream about a Lamborghini (yo)
I value my people, more

That's them! That's them
I got the whole motherfucking vampire thing
Let's move
We got all fucking sneakers

We got all fucking t-shirts
Who

what he said, said
The Lord talked to me, but that's bitchpolar
My balls is so big
I carry 'em in my stroller
I sip from my Thermos, I keep it cool man

sucked up by this demon bitch
All they wanna hear is that demon shit
I'm on BT
But ion even gotta scream that bit
When I toke it's like the scream
I swear

They tried to tell me I wasn't nothin' But I took that and then prevailed
Gotta get rich by any means, know when I die I'm goin' to hell
I tried

sinner
Watching time go by
It’s like asphyxiation
Whenever I write a line
Cuz I get choked up and tense
And feel the chills up my spine
It’s something

hollering, tongue dipped in poison
They can't find the antidote
Blue still wondering, evil eyes in the shadows, it's a lot of them
Recluse at P bridge, game by

why I'm cool when I chill on the block
Can't trust a soul so I'm still with a glock
They try to test I'ma spin on a opp
Custodian king when I lift up

collar, chill
Live and die for dollar bills
Put my heart up in this pill
Let my soul die in the field
I get scoped by fake or real
And I'ma keep this

life
Got crazy taste and super fly
Can't rollout fools so don't fool wit I
Team relation thats you and I
Jut you and I
Still cruisin by
Pressing buttons

Uh! Oh!

Sporty Thievz

Even Cheaper

1999

Oh!) 

Eyewitness in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh) 



[Verse 1] Sporty Theivz 



Chill Cousin 

Send in the Narcs  it's website's in it they

I'd be just a flash and a pen
R.I.P. Weezy, that was my man I know some people who mad I ain't spend
I know some people who mad I ain't in Sell, hell,

She's damn smart and pretty
Her beauty her duty
In service to humanity
Fierce yet flexible
Know to treat her right
You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T her
Cool

I think I love this view
Smoking my vision I'm feeling cool
Had a hard day so don't be rude
RIP Carl no more pain for you
No need to argue that shit

roll a P bout it, bout it
Can't a damn day go by when I don't feel like I got it (feel like I got it)
Two grams inside a raw you wanna see a dead body

always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass

Pankhurst)

Vocals recorded by Simon Cohen at Future Shade Studio

Splits
T. Levinson 50%
R. Tamplenizza 30%
P. Norman
F. Stuart
R. Hilder
A. Gauchan

{Verse 1}
I  pull up in a cruz
Came  with the crew
It was quarter past two but we tried something new
Nothing but a coup, but incase you ain't cool

they drip
Better not slip
Watch out my niggas they drip
Better not slip
24/7 we in it for real
Check out the wrist
Icey the wrist but we got no chill
Its

of girl
Chill, nod your head
Close your eyes and relax
And kick back to the beat 
And let your rhythm react, ha

Let me tell you about this girl that

and I'll bury ya
Pulling cards, ain't scared of ya but
Extra P- I just wanna chill cause
I'm tryna see these hoop dreams happen
Though these ill streets blue

verses are beautiful
You couldn't picture my life if I gave yo ass the visual
I'm cool so cold ain't nobody chill as me
They told me to drop the name but

doors on the side do a cool slide
I needa bay by the poolside
I needa suit for the puna nah
I can chill in my birthday
Just as long as she work it

Brain

les bad girls do
À' fuck avec l'équipe elle veut le tchou tchou tchou
Boo that's cool, c'est pôle Nord chill
Tic toc, tic toc, Richard Mille
À soir faut