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on cognac I'm faded
They try to copy my flow and cadence
I can't wait to say that I made it
A nigga was down and all of you hated
Bitch I'm just gone run up

blood is toxic still I fill it up
You boys can't stop me you not real enough
She want that jacket from Roxy i need to feel her love
Last joint so we

um
I didn't really mean that, I'll take it back
I love all moms, I love my mom, I love single moms
Shit, I may even love your mom
Shit, we never know

we being doing,
Gettin this money,
What up Stank, 
What up Chichi,
Yea.

And if a nigga try me, I'ma catch a body in here (Brrat)
And this Tech-Nine take their clothes off in here, 'cause it's hot up in here (Hot, ooh), yeah

the spots on the lino
It seemed such a waste of time
But can't you stick to your side of the garden? 
And I to mine!
Forty forty home
You never would catch me

provide

Scoot around in Scat Packs every
Time we burn rubber
Running through the Magnums with yo bitch
This my third rubber if the giffy run last
This gon'

Desperado Outlaws

C-BO

Til My Casket Drops

1998

through the war scene
Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit
To take that monkey

I'm Here to Trouble You

Knightowl

Bald Headed Kingpin

be retaliation
I swear some day I'ma take over this whole fuckin nation
I'm sick and tired of all those fools that disrespect
The reason you be talking

It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap
I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii
I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth
Uh, shine, uh, I mean
Uh, get

bailing
But you'd stay by my side, And again I'd fail you
Can't sleep, this pain run through the night
All me and my bitch just do is fight
Late night she

distractions
Big bag getta, all we do is put action
Niggas in love but it's all from attraction
Never hold me down
They just leave when shit gets messy
They gon

Xeroxicide

Emanuel

Soundtrack to a Headrush

2005

Brother we stick together we fall apart.
While we haunt these hollow halls. Inside her fathers residence.
When empty heads fill crowded rooms,
I

so now we gotta come run it
Shots is gonna fucking shoot at you, yeah we gon let it bust
My bad nigga I'm so sorry didn't mean to cuss, sike
Walk

What if I can't make a believer out of you?
What if it's easier to change my point of view?
We built this home with sticks and stones and woke up

don't see nothin' wrong if you takin' your time
Let me run the water
Finish your wine
Candle lit by the water, settin' the vibe
Shorty hopped out wet, let

Back in the nineties we all needed things big
Now kids wit lil names pump out shitty gucci hits
Admit it I be playin them angles like trig
That schtick

my drink gone
We on the "Breaking gold status"
This the theme song

And my trunk keep knocking
It's a theme song, yeah

Please don't hit my line unless

And I lead em by the nose call it blind luck

I walk through a crowd with a bulls-eye on back
I slay from the haze got the loud in my pack
Best stick

You can stick your ass in the bidet
You can buy yourself a new heart
You can let the blood 
Of a twelve year old virgin 
Run fresh through your veins

Yea everything is cool
Don't you disrespect it 
I told shorty bust a move
She turned into tekken 
I stack blunts up by the twos
I be double decking 
She

to play
Talking to much shit till I
Hit you in the face
R-R-Run up with them mags
And we light up in yo place
Taking all these hit's cuz im
Loving all

Told that boy “don't run , don't trip” he talked his shit now watch him slip 
This clip don't like no pussy he a f*g
He gon touch you like it's tag 
You

how I iz
Extended glock near the gramz
I thank God my stick don't jam
Cleanup fuck niggaz get blammed

They ain't a parta tha plans 
I.am aparta