that sample goes hard af, Life we live by project pataahh

Black lives matter✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

Это тупа хуительно пацаны

Oh dang what a message and then the vocals hit with the savagery, that hook kicks.  Call em out G corruption is no Bueno

i found this shit late ☹️ but at least i found it

Very thankful for all my supporters , New fans as well welcome aboard

Full sample Credit: Paul H .

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Retro Pimp

RetroPimp (Prod Darrius Gunz)

Lyrics:

Bitch I’m fiending for the smoke
High as hell cause hells my home
Riding round the corner to the trap house
Bout to stash sum dope 

It’s da I to the c to the e m a n e
don’t try to be me
enemies come directly
I’m high yes I’m high
In the sky where you’ll find me
Murder on my mind hypnotized from these writings
Eyes low in my zone let me coast while I’m here
Pour a four pop a pill icemane crystal clear
In the sun where I’m from u can see what I hear
I’m the light in the darkness I was raised with no fear
No feelings in my head think I’m twisted in the brain 
Every since I lost my homies to this god forsaken game
Can’t hang with them players 
So u best stay in your lane
I don’t wanna take another manes life
Not today


The sickness it grows bringing me down to your level
This trickery literally got me here thinking things like if youre da devil
Like metal stay strong but broken down
In my mental
Fuck it I’m waiting for my resurrection
A lesson from these temples
I pray, meditate to situate myself inside
Looking within as ride with the wind going pass all my sins find the peace that hides
Go at it again with myself in end tryna make these amends before I die
Who am I yes lord ice
I’m a demon in disguise

All alone in my heart I feel so cold
Interruptions let them go
Hardly grasping to my soul
I can’t cave in to my self

Hell's My Home (Prod. Lucky Menace)

Twisted in the head. 
I wish the birds would shut the fuck up. 
PRODUCED BY BOZ.

Ned Bundy - Birds Ain't Real (Prod. BOZ)

PLAYAMADE WORLDWIDE

FUCK MY OPPZ

LYRICS:
Ya it’s me mista ice coming for all yo weed
Kick a door oh man what ya kno
I just found sum dope
N don’t move cause I’m bound shoot even if
Ya sneeze
Got my finger on the trigger I won’t hesitate to squeeze

It’s mista capital izzi ce Mane
With a chopper next to both sides
In my partnas hooptie n hes toting on a Tec 9
We just hit da corner on yo block prepare to dizzie
Watch ya body slump over curb where yo reside
Rip homie I just put on you the news
We just got shirts made for ya block and family too
While I’m laughing with yo bitch giving me head oh that’s yo boo?
Mane you Shouldn’t trust a hoe dawg but I guess you a just fool
Ya ya big dawg icey walkin in
Mista kick a door shawty aka the devils kid
Mane I tried the go to god
But all I did was sin
So Im kicking it with my squad
Til they day they let me in
Ya ya ya big pmr in this bitch
If ya ever got sum Anna hoe
Yo can’t fuck with this click
Playamade til the death of me
I put that on my kids
Ain’t no way y’all gunna step to me
If you shoot yo ass gun miss

Icy on a mission i aint missing leave ya ass for dead
dont fuck with my business end up missing body full of lead
bitches that you kissing know they miss me cause they gave me head
pass her to the team we pimping she just left your ass on read
heard he got them bricks and plenty pills but he aint really bout it
tell my bitch to hit him up and tell her where he stash the product
now we on that go she on patrol we just want narcotics
everyone on the floor ill pop yo skill cause icemane be psychoatic
people in my town they wanna hate cause homie got that weight
sell it to they face like want it back well dawg you gotta pay
say they have sum anna wanna play im down for all the smoke
always in the kitchen cooking whole apartment smell like coke
fuck it ima die for mine, cause i know theyll do the same
TPK the gang we banging til the day we in our grave
after party in the after life like we aint never change
ready for the day i die but make sure that my family straight

MISTA I-C-E (PROD. TRAVIS XANTANA)

REAL PLAYAS (FEAT. DXMO)

Dayton $pinnin feat. Baker [prod. Baker Phonk]

Lackin' Dat Soul (prod. Tenngage)

1-11 ON MY TOMBSTONE (Prod. Curtis Heron)

prod. by me

Verse 1 It’s causing havoc and pistol packing and gritty thangs / so grab ya picket get wicked to show your many pains 

You see the looting the voices of many angered souls,  / the built in struggles now tell me where else we gonna go ? 

Steady riding out the whip I’m tossing turning looking back / im hoping for a difference but I know they tryna catch me lack 

 so now I go into question I might just have to pray / cuz lately it’s been crazy Im hoping this ain’t my final days 

Living in corruption it’s jumping it seem we’re stepping back / the fire shows the hatred and anger it’s time to set the match 

If we ain’t coming to peace then best to grab the piece / busting for some changes the weeping inside these many streets 





Verse 2 

You never know  you never know , when it’s just time to go / the pigments  that is different with question of many stories told 

So many different struggles it starts , from just the date of birth / a baby that ain’t knowing you’ll double to put in extra work

Times after times it hurts,  but keep on looking up , / keep on pushing to get your goals no matter if it’s tough 

They ain’t tryna see your dreams become into reality / so keep yo fingers up into the sky and go live happily 

Now we go and chanting it’s time to go in and make stand / we pushing for you crooked officials to pay for all the damned 

I’m screaming FtP to the casket to go and get what’s mine / and rip to  Mr. G Floyd , now let your spirit shine

KROOKED AMERIKKKA

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (PROD.BY OOGIE BOOGIE THANG)

SUMMER SWANGIN [ Prod. WHITEYE$ ]

AKUMA KLAN.
Slangin Cassettes Out Tha Pontiac.

KROOKED AMERIKKKA

ADAM THE SHINOBI

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