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without a saddle on
I never fell above hell with the scavengers
Choke a rapper ‘til he
Blue mixed with lavender (sad)
I always try to be up front like

night
the butcher the backer phony credit card maker
plus the operation being sponsored by Jamaica
and then there's the dimea dozen hoodie hitmen
who be

Just Another Day

Q

Death Defying

2005

I strap out, step out in every direction
Glock, tech's, jimmy hat's, in case I need protection
So I land cruise, play I want to be's
A kid in

shawty lurking
I kill it, I told 'em
I wanna mill by December, I told 'em
I ain't having a cold winter, I know it

I told 'em

My ends low, and my bank

U say u balling get your mises jimmy choos 

I got worries on my mind I might think too much 
Trynna make a change but it seems to tough
I pray to God

Maybe then and only then we could see
How this hatred has affected you and me
Keeping me up at night, trying to write when I should be asleep
It's making

up, you don’t wanna end up with that magic shit,

Syrup sipping, pouring up wockiesha by the gallon.

Hood nigga, never thought Id be on jimmy Fallon,

loss by a hunnid
Skill on summit
Yo rep on plummet
I throw a jimmy on
Then I go dummy

Texting old bitches that I shouldn't
Texting old bitches that I

I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot

I got a lot on my mind, I try to evade it
Problems you cannot be facing, caught up in the matrix
6 mil til

BY JIMMY ROACH

TOO MANY MOTHERS ARE GREIVING AND CRYING.  
TOO MANY OF MY YOUNG BLACK BROTHERS ARE DYING.
I HEAR THEM CRYING. STOP! DON'T SHOOT. GOT

ride
	I couldn’t make it without you right by my side
	We’re living on borrowed time

Sheriff James he took a liking to our lost and sorry souls
Told us

Wymyśliłem N do N i robię sobie groove
Leci Jimmy Jarmusch, ja mam cztery cztery wóz, okej

Wbijam wielkie CH w hurt, słucham Kult, okej
Londyn w

trynna get the fetti
Running shit never sweaty
What you seeing is the real I'll never be synthetic
These niggas so generic
My energy's kinetic
My swag is

Rocks Off!

Esham

Fear [Original Soundtrack]

1994

I came to get my rocks off... 
Right there, right there. 
I came to get my rocks off... 
Ahh you hit the spot, baby. 
I came to get my rocks off...

On the mic mech I'm rifling, suckers I be stifling
You gonharea, I'm tetracycline
I ain't a stud but the hotties at the club whistle
Never dropped a dud, blood

cigarette,
I left your card in the bed,
I maybe be drunk but so what,
I'm still hot
I'm crazy, I'm off the wall
I never check, never call,
I got you by

Get Round shot up the party
Can't chill in the crowd and think that your safe
Jump out and bullet the barbies

I can tell you about in-house ones where