I miss you, you bitch.
Why you had to go on and break me.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 feelin this song alr js listened to it

Hearing "PULL THE TRIGGER BUD DWYER just activated my neurons!

what the fuck do I do
where the fuck I move
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[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
the one pulling all them robberies
the boy who's born from scarecrow
came up from the slums
walking product of the ghetto
i can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes
round and round and pound for pound
life going in a circle
from pentagrams to instagram
how i mainstream the 6
them boys can hate
i got their fate
suck on my dick
AKs all around me
wanna die
pick out a stick
grave been dug
load up a slug
lay him to rest up in a ditch

[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
southside shorty
outside early morning
not a knock
empty out the glock
dot in front the 40
turning you into a pouring 40
or i'll come back when you're poor and 40
take it how you want 
take it as a warning
don't ever ignore me
hide behind the door
me and the fellas bring the storm
we'll keep it coming
mixing up milligrams with millimeters
9 in the chamber
got 30 inside the heater
bloody nose i smell the reaper
smoke surrounds my steps
i'm either choking on breath or reefer
coughing til my death
i'm eager
leaving all my fans as grievers

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

LIGHTING THE FLAMES OF MY OWN PERSONAL HELL

Pray 4 Shakewell

Solutions

Been Here Forever

Murder He Wrote (feat. Scrim)

[Verse I: Scrim]
Lil Scotty in the mazi go to war like bush
I been running through New Orleans like I’m Reggie bush
Kush lit it’s the pimp from the underground G
North north out the trench I keep death around me
Fuck you mean
It’s that fiend
Middle fingers stay up
I got them bitches
They praying up to me like Slicky the devil or something
Hand of God
Direct the mob
To pull up and put an end date on your life
But it don’t stop there
We come in and share
The other bullets with the whole second line
God damn
Ima psycho when I’m manic
God damn
Im fucking dykes my dick got magic
My doctors deemed me sick as fuck I guess I’ll manage
Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots

[Verse II: Ruby]
flex my winter garments
something fine up under my armpit
just another bitch i harvested
i reap what i sow
all day plowing in the garden
spread my seed on these hoes
oddy got them thotties
on they knees bout to choke
southside shawty
put the ice in isolated
all these bitches think im lonely
but really im fuckin flakey
all these bitches tryna holla
but their voice is always shakin
i got a long ass bridge to get across baby
you wont get passed these ribs
make sure my heart dont cave in
would you really be bout it if i wasnt famous?
always tryna get my money i call that “juicy j-ing”

[Verse III: Germ]
swervin’ lanes
catchin’ plays
stars in the cullinan
jets finna pull it in
hoes in the hangar
scopes on the banger
she need some money i pay her
i’ll see ya later
ruby the mayor
scrimmy came round with them flavors
bitches chew us now and later
beating these bitches like walker texas ranger
i flipped me some whips
i flipped me some hoes
you know how that shit go
i’m out the door with cash for them bows
i ain’t even up my pole
these niggas hoes
i won’t fold
can’t hold my tongue no more
let’s go chops out lookin’ for foes
wait watch my story unfold
hope i don’t get knocked off
visvim socks off
suck me til she lockjaw
forgis with the top off
my wrist gone pop off
molly look like rock salt
my nigga let shots off
we done took his top off

DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

Sorry for the Delay

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - SORRY FOR THE DELAY

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

i got 5 bullets left in my 9
grey matted glock lookin' to fuck up someone’s spine
mane i do this all the time
yeah i might be cherry but my haters all pie
see the reaper smiling when you look me in my eye
ridin' down marconi
got my tony on me
my whip look like heavy cream
inside pepperoni
fleetwood day dreamin' but i'll never let em step up on me
shout out all my florida and my texas homies
got my gut sticking out 
i'm from fat city
every time i hit the block them cops is acting piggy
blanco never left the 7th ward
from LA to new york
yeah you know i settle scores
i try to yall up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the escalade
riding down esplanade
wock up in my lemonade
now them demons in my head get some shade
pull the tool out then look at the mess i made
i can't fix shit but my desire to get high
all my homies that done died
they all watch me from the sky
life can be fucked up but im glad to be here
lookin for the love but instead i see fear
shawty saw my dick like when headlights meet deer
told her turn around and then i pulled her rear near
i told her listen up like you got like three ears
you my whole world i can't even see spheres

[VERSE II: Wetto]

pull up playa mackin'
bought my bitch her back end
whip self park 
getting head while i back in
mane I’m getting paid just to sigh and breathe it back in
used to cash change for some cigs
$5 on pump 10
northside superstar
pull up just to piss em off
shorty seen my bills I said it’s nil to what this kitchen cost
show you how to pimp a broad
show you how to lift a cross
playas up suckers down
pussies i just kill em off
tipping 4's on them hoes
slick don’t usually talk a lot
riding with some guns that turn your home into a parking lot
fire up a swisher sweet
eyes looking bittersweet
broken heart shorty but it’s yet to miss a fucking beat
3 'n tha mornin'
it’s just me and screw, mane
too many thangs I wish that wasn’t true, mane
been pimping keys like I’m steven hugh
germans growling sounding like a european zoo
what it do
foreign 'cedes and a caddy slab
caddy for my dad
bought my girl a new macan
northern land
southside that’s where I began
i'm rolling vengeance that's forever like I’m warren van
sail through the south
gold in my mouth
ball on these hoes like I’m luka downtown, mane 
one for the money
two 30s for pain
xan for my nerves only way I stay sane, mane

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

5 'N The Mornin'

5 'N THE MORNIN'

who saves the savior

who saves the savior?

EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY

PULLING UP (feat. $uicideboy$)

Younganrich - Ready Or Not .m4a

the way i see things (prod. kryptik)

POLLUTED PARADISE

[LYRICS]
(CHETTA)
FILL UP MY CUP TO THE TIP ITS A MUST
IMA POUR ABOVE THE RIM TUPAC WITH THE TUSS
I COULD MIX A COMBINATION
LIL TECH LIL ACT
SHOW UP DEEP LIKE CONVERSATION
LET ME LIVE LET ME ACT
REAL TALK VISION VIVID
IVE DONE SEEN BODY BAGS
TOE FOR TOE WITH ANY VICTIM
IVE DONE SHOOK KILLAS HANDS
TALKING MONEY OVER GRAMS
WRAPPING BRICKS UP WITH SARAN
COUPLE HOMIES OFF THE TAN
AIR YOU OUT YOU A FAN
WELL ILL BE GODDAMN
BUT GOD DONT EXIST SO I GUESS ITS JUST DAMN
FROM A WHOLE NOTHER PLANET
HOPING OUT THE TRANS-AM
SMOKEY THE BANDIT
SWERVING IN MY SPACE SHIP
DIPPING IN MY STASH SHIT
THEY CANNOT RELATE SHIT
NEVER ON NO FAKE SHIT
LAMES WANNA JUMP SHIFT
STACK EM UP LIKE ROIDS BITCH


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Polluted Paradise (feat. $uicideboy$) [Prod. $crim]

BEAST COAST - One More Round

Produced By Jaguarclaw

[LYRICS]
(HOOK)
TILL THE LAWS COME AND GET ME
TILT THE BOTTLE TILL ITS EMPTY
IVE BEEN GIVING BUT MY HEART CANT GO
DYING SLOWLY BUT YOU ALREADY KNOW
GET SO BROKEN
NEED A BANDAGE…

GUESS IM BROKEN FROM THE INSIDE
HEART VACANT BUT IM ALRIGHT
FEEL THE PAIN 
YEAH IT CUT SO DEEP
THEY NEVER ASK
BUT IM RUNNING NO SLEEP
GUESS IM BROKEN FROM THE INSIDE
THATS WHY IM TRYNA GET HIGH…
YEAH… HIGH AS YOU WANNA GO….GO
AS YOU WANNA GO
HIGH AS YOU WANNA GO….OHH
AS YOU WANNA GO….GO
AS YOU WANNA GO
HIGH AS YOU WANNA GO…OHH

(HOOK)

CRYSTAL WINDOWS
COULDNT SEE YOU ANY CLEARER
BROKEN SMILE
SNIFFING LINES OFF BROKEN MIRRORS
AINT IT A SHAME
HOW I DO TOO MUCH
CANT COMPLAIN
CUZ YOU KNEW WHAT IT WAS
AND NOW I FUCKED UP
MILLIGRAMS GOT ME SLUMPED UP
TOUGH LUCK
TELL THE BAD GUY
THAT YOU GOT LOVE
ITS NO LOVE FROM NOBODY
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS…
KNOW SOME KILLERS
YEAH I KNOW SOME KILLERS
(YA HEARD ME YA HEARD ME)
SEND EM YOUR WAY 
I AINT FUCKING WITH YA
(YA HEARD ME YA HEARD ME)

(HOOK)


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DIE ANOTHER DIE

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CJ Fly - I TRIED ft. OSHUN

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