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$crim - SECOND LINE

[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Hot Razor

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KILL YOURSELF Part I: The $uicide Saga

MASK & DA GLOCK (FEAT. TRIPPY THA KID)

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY

SUNDAY

WHO IS THIS WEIRDO ?

PEEK-A-BOO

MORRISON

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VIVIVI (FEAT. RVMIRXZ)

Head Hunting (feat. Shakewell,  KXLLSWXTCH, Pouya, Denzel Curry)

Scrim - GANG_SHIT_MIX_1 (high-quality version)

4EVA PROD ME

(HOOK)
BREAKING BAD HOMIE
BOY YOU SAD HOMIE
PUT A BAG ON YOUR HEAD HOMIE
YOU A LIL HOMIE
IMA GROWNIE
YOU AINT GOTTA KNOW ME
YOU AINT GOTTA KNOW ME
IMA SHOW ME
IMA HAVE TO SHOW YOU
IMA HAVE TO SHOW YOU
LET YOU KNOW ME

POP THREE BENZOS
FEELING LIKE THE SHIT HOE
GIVE YOUR BITCH THE BIZ THO
LET HER SNIFF THE DISCO
IM THE ONLY RAPPER
CRACK YOUR HEAD LIKE NABISCO
IM THE ONLY RAPPER
TRAPPING TAXING
WHAT IT HITTING FOR
DOUBLE BACK AROUND
LIKE TO SEE EM ON THE GROUND
TELL MY MAIN TO HOLD IT DOWN
NOW SHE RIDE WITH THE POUNDS
FOUR POUND ON MY HIP
RIDING THRU DOGG POUND
YOU CAN FUCKING GET THESE HANDS
IF YOU WANT IT THEY COME ROUND
IMA DOG IMA DOG
LET YOUR ASS FUCKING SEE
IMA WOOF IMA WOOF
YAPPA BARKING UP A TREE
PULL THAT CHOPPA OUT THE BACK
AND LET THAT BITCH FUCKING RING
PULL THAT CHOPPA OUT THE BACK
AND LET THAT BITCH FUCKING SING
IMA HEART ATTACK
WAITING TO HAPPEN
LIKE BITCH WHATS HAPPENING
HAVE LIL MAL GO KILL YOUR FAMILY
I PROMISE IT’D MAKE ME HAPPY
IF YOU SEE ME PUSSY CLAP ME
IM CLAPPING BACK
AT YOU BASTARDS
MY GLOCK IS A FULLY PLASTIC
IM PLASTERED PASSING THE PACKAGE
IMA WALK WALK 
WALK THIS WAY
WALK WALK
WALK THIS WAY
TALKING THIS WAY
BOY YOU FUCKING KNOW YOU LAME
AINT GOT TIME FOR NO GAMES
YOU GONE HAVE TO MISS ME
IMA

BREAKING BAD HOMIE
GET A BAG HOMIE
BITCH YOU SAD
HOE YOU MAKE ME LAUGH
BOY YOU SAD
WHY YOU SAD HOMIE
BREAKING BAD HOMIE
BREAK YA BACK HOMIE
FOR THE BAG
BOY THIS SHIT A BLAST
CHOPPA DANCE
BREAK YA BACK HOMIE
BREAKING BAD HOMIE
GOT A BAG ON ME
ALL IN CASH
YOU GONE MAKE ME BLAST
THATS YOUR ASS
CHOPPA DANCE HOMIE
BREAKING BAD HOMIE
GOT IT BAD
YOU AINT BAD HOMIE
BOUTA PUT A BAG ON YA HEAD
BREAK YA BACK HOMIE

WALK WALK
WALK THIS WAY
WALK WALK
WALK THIS WAY
WALK WALK
WALK THIS WAY

ALL THESE PUSSIES
MAKE ME LAUGH HOMIE

TOMMY IN THE TRUNK
TELL A BITCH RUN IT UP
HOES IN THE GAME
TRYNA GIVE ME THAT LOVE
I DONT NEED NO LOVE
I DONT REALLY GIVE A FUCK
POP ANOTHER ADDY
YOU AINT NEVER ADDING UP
DRIPPING SAUCE
ALL IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH
ALL THIS CLOUT
AND IM STILL UP IN THE SOUTH
40K IN THE BOOTH RIGHT NOW
IVE BEEN HIGH
SMOKING ON GORILLA GLUE RIGHT NOW
I GOT PURP ON ME
PERCS ON ME
WHO GONE GET THIS WORK FOR ME
TELL YA BITCH TO TWERK FOR ME
SHE GONE GET THIS HURT
IMA DOG IMA DOG
BUT YOU ALREADY KNOW
IMA WOOF IMA WOOF
LET THIS BITCH FUCKING GO

LORD KNOWS..
LORD KNOWS..
LORD KNOWS..
LORD KNOWS..
MAKE A BITCH BITE DOWN ON THE FLOOR
MAKE A BITCH BITE DOWN ON THE FLOOR
LET IT GO..


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FORTYKAY [Prod. Dirty Vans]

[VERSE I: Lil Cig]

Northside shorty pull up in a drop top
3 AM with the night back drop
popping on pills like I pop cough drops
multi-millionaire all from my laptop
slob on my knob until your jaw lock
came a long way from rocks in my sock
moon walk on the block
while I'm sipping on Wok
took a whole year off and we still on top
still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street
still the best friend that the devil keep
always burning up
triple six degrees
lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key

[HOOK: Lil Cig & 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
another day closer to death
time is ticking
hurry x 3

[VERSE II: 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
all the things that you were gonna do
you never did 'em
now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking
look who the fuck just walked in
time to clear the air
fuck that
I'll be coughing until my coffin
and in my coffin I won't toss and turn
instead I'll rest
I've earned some sleep 
let me dream up sheep
release me into the deep
cover up my head with the sheet
As the years go by
the same fuck girls will be fucking the same fuck boys
as the years go by
the same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy
as the years go by
the drugs used to be fun
now, they've become a problem
as the years go by
before your life even begun
now, it's coming undone

WHO IS THIS WEIRDO ?

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