hold again I'm here for you Just when you hope you've got what it takes to survive You feel like you need someone else's advice You wait for the day
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stay out my way, better stay out my face That's the last thing you wanna do, Thugs true See the blues I shoot at you, now you boo Go loco with the heata
in my direction Nigga got a 17-shot for protection Life ain't no joke Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul Nigga, if you
a blunt or two But I left, cause I gotta do, what I gotta do E hit me hard as I'm jettin, it was powerful Now I'm out of Houston, and Crophead's been
him off proper then What's up, what's happinin'? I'm the man Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in? Nigga, pay this Nigga here I ain't got yo money
the pain...i'm sorry" [juggalo scrub chant] i'm so sorry that i'm so stale...i'm so sorry i'm stale but still i gotta murder your face...man i'm so sorry
think I got money from here to Shri Lanka So I'm thinkin of killin you when I'm makin love to you bianca Can't you see I ain't you seein what I mean I
s my rhyme I sit down and I say to myself, "Self Yo, are you rated top the shelf?" I drop the single for you to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow
' I'm all of the above just listen I'm a gangsta Yeah, motherfucker I'm a thug Please believe I'm a pimp girl C'mon, let's go And I'm a hustler, a hustler
different? you know, normal? or am i? i, I'm obsessed with my childhood. cause I dont' think I'm fully grown up. are you? I mean really? i Inner child. i
stars you hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo you know Im comin
and here comes the glory And this is the way I'm gonna end this story I was only 19, lookin' for a dream From what I put out, I never got a fuckin'
't for saint pete I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's peak I got hoes on deck, I want want want And I fuck it so much that I'm nonchalant Currency problem
live the motherfuckin' drug dealer '97 to 2000 A.D. little kids wanna be me 'cause I'm 'bout it, I'm rowdy The government and the press, them motherfuckers want me out For
deez I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy
I like G's, I'm a cereal please I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy and
37 Phyllis: You know, I'll tell you something, I find myself saying, "I'm ready," you know, and like, I slap my face when I'm saying, "I'm ready," because
