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OUT NOW Boldy James & The Alchemist - Super Tecmo Bo
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Word....Life
Haa..I threw that shit before I walked in tha ROOM
Looking for this shit to be fire too….
Doc Holloway
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Chemist top 5
Scandalust313
Unshakeable Unbreakable Victorious
These two make magic together in the studio
757'sFinest
OG
300 fences tho
You'll never know love 'til you lost one
Left him at the light, me and cuz, he was off one
Need a new machine gun, we just bought one
Last night, youngin hit me up, said he caught one
Got everybody lookin' at me like, "How come?"
Pussy n*gga should've never let his mouth run
We don't talk much, we just pullin' out guns
N*gga go at us, you already know the outcome
We was up six, n*gga, now we down one
Knocked another one down, now it's two to go
Clip heart cold like it's thirty-two below
Blow a couple hundred rounds at a n*gga funeral
Bully boy, Creature gang, really kill snitches
Only run with dope boys and them pill dealers
Out here, it's only us in the field with it
Rap game bunch of self-proclaimed real n*ggas
Mafia, what else? Welcome to the gangland
Let the stick breathe so the clip can't jam
Go up top on a n*gga, that's a brain scan
When it's game time, I'ma stick to the game plan
When they took bro, wish they would've shot me
One inch closer, n*gga could've dropped me
Everybody in my camp got a rap sheet
I'm the lucky one that got away scot-free
Price of china done went up on a hot tea
Had to cut the bitch off on the high key
In the cut, ducked off, where the Glock be
Who the fuck that n*gga talkin' to? Not me
This a drug zone legend from the hell block
And n*ggas know anything, know I got me
Who the realest n*gga in it if it's not me?
Still gotta mention me in the top three
Where we at? (There's no truer test of the human spirit)
Left him at the light, me and cuz, he was off one
Need a new machine gun, we just bought one
Last night, youngin hit me up, said he caught one
Got everybody lookin' at me like, "How come?"
Pussy n*gga should've never let his mouth run
We don't talk much, we just pullin' out guns
N*gga go at us, you already know the outcome
We was up six, n*gga, now we down one
Knocked another one down, now it's two to go
Clip heart cold like it's thirty-two below
Blow a couple hundred rounds at a n*gga funeral
Bully boy, Creature gang, really kill snitches
Only run with dope boys and them pill dealers
Out here, it's only us in the field with it
Rap game bunch of self-proclaimed real n*ggas
Mafia, what else? Welcome to the gangland
Let the stick breathe so the clip can't jam
Go up top on a n*gga, that's a brain scan
When it's game time, I'ma stick to the game plan
When they took bro, wish they would've shot me
One inch closer, n*gga could've dropped me
Everybody in my camp got a rap sheet
I'm the lucky one that got away scot-free
Price of china done went up on a hot tea
Had to cut the bitch off on the high key
In the cut, ducked off, where the Glock be
Who the fuck that n*gga talkin' to? Not me
This a drug zone legend from the hell block
And n*ggas know anything, know I got me
Who the realest n*gga in it if it's not me?
Still gotta mention me in the top three
Where we at? (There's no truer test of the human spirit)
Dope storytelling on 300 Fences