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Now I'm alone til I hear a knock at the door
I look and its you
You take off your clothes you know how it goes
When sun goes down
You'll be gone but
hop purist
When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus
At least it's a contradiction, you'll feel us
RIP to the homies but long live the killas
It's why I
we just get closer when we're not together
You tell me that I'm confusin'
More immature than Marcus Houston
Cuts too deep for a Band-Aid solution
Bruno
Brown bag full of cash, baby, MCM
When they ask me my name, I tell 'em MC him
Straight up
I'm so turnt wheeling in a two door with
Two hoes that
it'd been me.
It all happened so quick when that car door slammed,
It musta broke something, 'cause the door locks jammed.
You was already down
the music continue to crescendo
I can see the whole fuckin' venue from my window
That's when you know you're schizo
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
'Cause
It's ninety-three degrees,
And the radio says a storm front's movin' in
Sure is hot
There's a double feature down at the Fox,
But everybody's
I'm floating on a interstellar interstate
Aliens just came out to play
Coup came built with a plasma blaster, send his ass back to yesterday
Houston
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin' on twenties wearin' nice clothes
but ain't nuttin' like pimpin' hoes, and ridin' Vogues
I live a good life,
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
Fort Lauterdale, which is just a
stone's throw from this very sickly horribly smelling disgustingly debauched studio I'm sitting in, talking to
you from
need answers Ima solve em, this rocket came from Houston
They keep calling me the plug, I'm not a socket
I keep money in my pocket, Hoe I'm fly just like
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
women using children to live on
When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone
Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in 94
But
knows this
So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling
I'm rolling with Umdada and I'm um holding my swollen
And doing the project dance from back in
you a taste
I really don't got no more time to waist
Not waiting for the game to reach the next phase
I'm gone kick in doors, like JumpBoyz
These niggas can't stand me I'm soaking bitches panties
Hoes out Houston, La, Miami
Imma paper chaser you can catch me where them bands be
Fucked
the dungeon
And contemplate about life
It's kinda crazy that I'm on top
Of life when I don't mind
I needed you by my side
'cause you were my ride-or-die
You
she getting the front rent outta me
Open the door, Richard
Then she come asking me when is I'm going to work
And I ain't thinking 'bout no work, I
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
The story begins July 20th, 1969 with the world on the edge of their seats
As 3 men made their way to the moon
The Creighton family home in Houston
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