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hiding? It's inconvenient, but I've been biding my time
Thinking that I've been sliding by, trying to cover up my crimes
Committed against humanity,

gauge
Internal warfare, maybe I should burn some sage
Moving by my lonely Lord knows
I been full of rage
Wanna spazz out on a nigga
But no I been well

Walking in the building, is a highlight

I'm up in this bitch
Me and my niggas turning up in this bitch
Make it look easy when I'm busting' it switch
Like

Sometimes I want to commit suicide blaze the steel
My father died from having HIV, AIDS is real
Lord forgive us 'cause we hustle just to pay the bills

Just writing the pages of my life,
I know the way I used to be living wasn't right,
But I got it right, It's my life,
Walking right, and living

grinding 
Everyday to get my team up
I do BİG I never do small o
Fake true caller never pick up
And drinks colored up like a p cock 
Smart girl ain't it

(Chorus) 

So I'm walking to my girl`s house,
just to go chill I copped a couple
flowers that was sittin` on the hill i checked
out my breathe hoping that

(Chorus) 

So I'm walking to my girl`s house,
just to go chill I copped a couple
flowers that was sittin` on the hill i checked
out my breathe hoping that

what you choose tho And not walking in purpose gets abusive, let's win some!
Verse: (Angela Wilson)
I'm up and I'm sometimes down
Even through

steak up on my plate with a lil gravy 
Grandma told me be humble and thank the lord cause he's amazing 
But I want to go in mode kill these niggas like

propane like mr hill
This my life and it’s real
My flow electric like an eel
I do this music it’s a skill
My music conscious this ain’t drill
I been

and memories jostled by the chain of events
From battling with my ego, to my suicidal wishes
To street living and walking on bare feet
Remembering the days when

walking to my girl's
house, just to go chill I copped a couple
flowers that was sittin' on the hill i checked
out my breathe hoping that it's minty fresh

I’m stuck and I’m tryna make it out 
And You gatto read my Lyrics so, you gatto get my lines 
Climbed up the hill with the pains in my soul lord
I never

different type seeds
Really to feel it unlimited infinity, bill it to symmetry definitely
We mill wind-mill, breaking dance is real, lil bitch high heel my

a chill pill
I ain’t taking no pill but I’m trippin' Kill Bill
Roll another joint like Cypress Hill
When she switch I couldn’t believe
Never even thought

Stick to Ya Gunz

M.O.P.

Firing Squad

1996

open your head like avocadoes 

Heavy artillery in my facility 
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz 

[Chorus] 
Yo what up? Ain't nothin' is

York bitches
They be slimy
My girl from Tdot
She did me grimey
Atlanta shawtie be stuck up
Like they siamese
And cali shawties just be walking right by

a row
16 racks that's 4 times 4, 16 racks that's 4 by 4
Walking in buying everything out the store, mhm
Think I'm addicted to fashion, think I'm addicted

early
They not lit like us
Dollar Dollar Bill
In the Lord I trust
Ambitious motherfucka
I grew up lonely living ruff
My little one by my side
Nigga gone

she could pay the bills
I ain’t have no daddy, I ain’t have no uncle Phil 

Since they killed my cousins, we’ve had trouble letting go 
But one day we

word porn.
Turned on by my thugs style
Shirts off.
Moving and shaking the spot
Making it hot
Girls coming out of they tops.
Smoking and taking them shots

with the birds, I speak for the hurt 
Lost soul

Soul
(Soul enable)
Soul
My soul
(Charge my cable)
My soul
(Lead me safe oh)

Listen
Walking with a ease

The therapists and other students who were struck by the malaise
My first work was "oxygen" lost in a journal
My opinion of that piece is akin to a turncoat