Name: Andy by $trangeKidd AKA PAIN
Duration: 2 min 26 s
Description: this song is about the emotions i felt after my cousin Andy took his own life .. this song is to help people cope and have hope ...

This song is for anyone thinking about ending there life and whe views frim the person and the people it will affect .. 

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If youza punk bitch, listen up:

Quiet down, the boss boutta speak
and word on the street is, “he came from tha undaneath”
knockin boots off ya feet man, he kinda neat
enough to go around so pull up a seat
Yain know bout the power i bestow
i pop and Adderall and my eyes start to glow
and when I’m in that shit, yo, i float like a boat
might open up a store cuz these fools always want some more
don’t get it twisted mane, this kid cuckoo
he prolly fuck with voodoo
you say you know but the never knew you
im finna show em how i do, dude
the rap guru
and if there’s static bitch, im runnin through you
cuz yo
Reid higher than a double jump
i wrote this shit off a bump in 2 minutes and it still slump
Now close ya eyes, and keep that bunk shit behind me
and if you really want it G, you know where I’ll be…

(so where you at?)
I’m in the Eames leaned back (right)
ain’t got a dolla for yo ass, step back
these suckaz new (true)
its like they still got a tag, what’s up with that? i give the game a bubble bath
no matter what they want, ima kick em in the ass, givem a zap
these fools giving me a rash
the illest mofucka ya ever gon’ see
you know who it is so mothafucka come and find me

Oooo this dude a boss,
reachin for the mic like them hoes reachin for his balls, mane he can do it all
I heard them say they seen him floatin through walls
makin the calls, double dippin’ in all the sauce
Affirmative, yain’t heard of this
he always curve a bitch, man this boy don’t ever quit
and now he’s taking down the building you living in
then dig ya out just to peep the fit he did it in
Sick, Nasty
pullin in with a bitch lookin real classy
peep how thick the ass be
off them pills got me feelin greater that the Gatsby
hit the gas, cuz ya ass ain’t ever gonna pass me
Damn straight, now where you tryna play?
i got some bitches mane and they sippin tanqueray
and if you tryna do it, try to do it just like this
im in the kitchen showin these chumps where the spice is

(so where you at?)
I’m in the Eames leaned back (right)
ain’t got a dolla for yo ass, step back
these suckaz new (true)
its like they still got a tag, what’s up with that? i give the game a bubble bath
no matter what they want, ima kick em in the ass, givem a zap
these fools giving me a rash
the illest mofucka ya ever gon’ see
you know who it is so mothafucka come and find me
ya bitch,its ya boy
we back in it
and boy this is just the beginning
DYNAMO whatchu know?
yaint seen this one from a mile away
prolly more
yaint gon see dis shit in store

DYNAMO

STEP BACK! (VOODOO SHIT)

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Uppercuts

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ACTIN OUT (feat. Yvncc)

NOD YA HEAD!

MANIFESTO

CHIN CHECK

I.D.F.A.

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ayo check this son, im finna wreck this one
fuckin up the game and tuggin on ya necklace hun
it is i, the masked guy who shouldnt be alive
divin head first into a muthafuckin bee hive

so dont look behind ya, cuz reid is always on ya
kidnappin bitches just to cook me some lasagna 
i flip shit sick with a limp wrist kid and pop the lid of this mutha with vvs grin

oh u on one? well bitch im on a hundred
these tablets make me laugh, 
infact i popped a couple caps on my way back to the cabbage patch 
i stay strapped wit fat gat to peel ya cap all the way back 

cuz I ain't got no mutha fucking time to kill 
sittin bitches down servin my dick as they last meal 
always comin with that 123 
yessiry g its me RE to the ID

so fuck everybody and fuck everyone
solving all my problems with a fully loaded hand gun
step into the ring and witness the savages sting
the muthafuckin king claimin thrown once again
fuck everyone and fuck everybody
spending all my time in a shed countin bodies
the masked chrome killa bumpin j dilla
hittin a lick will make u sick ain't nobody illa

i gotcha new chick straight nibblin on my nuts
hit her twitter smack her shitter then i dump in her guts now check it
i got more ammo than rambo and i prefer my eggs scrambled 
got me lit like a candle ill leave ya man handled 

i told u who was next
throwin uppercuts straight at ya chest
the best pest of the west here to project a mess and ingest flesh unless i murder the rest
who woulda guessed it yes terrors possessed kid

ill grab ya adam’s apple til i hear ur throat crackle
i tend to use futuristic weapons during battle 
im posted in the castle eatin princess peaches asshole
but i forgot where i was at lets bring it back yo 

and  turn this shit up cuz it ain't loud enough
bustin out the cut like a overweight cake stripper slut
ill chew u like a tooth pick and steal ya new kicks
don’t catch me red handed bitch 
cuz that’s the hand that i shoot with

FUCK EVERYBODY

FUCK EVERYBODY (PROD. BY GETTER)

this song is about the emotions i felt after my cousin Andy took his own life .. this song is to help people cope and have hope ...

Andy

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LYRICS

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe

[Terror Reid]
If you bumping this track then I'm sure ya wanna know
The absolute easiest way to stack dough
You probably working day jobs and cleaning someone else's mess
So much stress you got a pain in ya chest
Well sit and take notes I got knowledge to throw
The only way to get by is stealing from the rich folk
They got the nice cars and ice they pay the highest price just to gloat
Don't feel bad, they got a boat
First thing ya wanna do is find a balling ass crib
Ya gotta lot of options, take ya time, get it in
Ya betta do some diggin'
And try to find a spot that's not hot
With limited security and what not
Find out when they leave and when they come back
Rich fucks always got a tight schedule and all that
Now jack a cheap ass car that you can use for the boost
Better yet a set of stolen plates will do
Head to the gun shop and use all the cash ya got
Once you got the heat, stash it under the seat
To be sure they ain't home, give the front door a knock
It's a rich dude's spot, so ya can't pick the lock
Instead of that, head to the back and find a window
Now put ya gloves on and punch it out like a trick hoe
Next thing ya know ya on the inside
But ya gotta be quick, so set a timer for 5 and look alive

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe

[Terror Reid]
Now scope out the first floor, look for nice shit
Wallets, keys, a watch anything you can get
Check the house for false floors, cameras and trap doors
Everything you see here tonight is now yours
Find out where they sleep, and check the sheets and flip the bed
Check the closets anywhere you think they keep bread
But keep ya hand on the heat in case they come back
Don't be afraid to blast 'em or stab 'em in the back
'Cause the only thing standing between you and the cash is a bitch ass rat who can't even act
Eventually you'll find more cheese than you can spend
Escape the way you came in and watch the robbery end
Now ya gotta act quick, and ditch the evidence
Dispose of all ya clothes and shit and blow up the whip
Figure out an alibi, maybe you was with a bitch
And she sucked ya dick so good you passed out and didn't do shit
Or maybe you was driving down the street and fell asleep
Cause ya dickhead boss make you work all week
Whatever it is, stick with that shit 'til it ends
And don't tell anybody, not even ya closest friends
You'd be surprised how quick ya homies hang ya out to dry
They lie, cause they ain't get they piece of the pie
Well fuck all that, you earned every cent in the sac
Just go home and count your stacks and never look back
It's Reid

[Bobby Raps]
I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe


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(I don't know dude, ship it)
(Ship it dog, I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh)
(Once again
My shit's low
Turn it up
Reid in the cut)

They don't be calling me Terror for nothin'
I'm always up to something
I'm bumpin' lines in a 4 doe, slumpin'
Dunkin' on punks who tryna throw me off
Try to show me off acting like we tight
They wanna jack me off
But here's the thing
I make it loud 'til they ears ring
This game yang so I must be the ying
Grab my thingy-thing
Pass it to the left and now we giggling
Toes tingling I'll start mingling
Off top like mysterio
Really lyrical
Terribly hysterical
I make 'em soggy like cereal
Here we go bitch crack it open
I'm rollin' up a doobie, hockin' loogies while I'm smokin'
Yolkin'
Yo I think yo thing broken
Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it
I never practice
Hand me a mic and I'll attack it
Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic
I jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it
Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe
I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree

You think you clever on the mic bitch?
Say no mo'
My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it
Say no mo'
Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine
Catch you frontin' for the last time
I'ma blast ya ass into the past time
You got a man that need a chin check?
Say no mo'
Light 'em up like a cigarette
Say no mo'
I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes
But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo'

(I really do)
(Let it ride
Let it ride out 'til it dry out)

Well how it be, what it do? Yeah fool I'm looking at you
I been in it for a minute, can't limit what I do
So what's the deal? Disintegrating mics is my skill
I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still
For real
And while I'm at it lemme grab the cash out da reggi
My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy
My mind constantly makin' nonsense
Processing what I want it's Reid in the gauntlet
The best yet, I dress wet no necklace
I'm blessed wit a style that's straight reckless
Punk say it with ya chest you know I'm next
You can keep ya bloody check
Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta
Bust yo medulla oblongata
Underground warlord jumpin' out a choppa
I never stoppa
It only take one shot to make your head poppa
I got tha
Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns
Rest in peace Big L yo
I gotta put it on
Like I said before y my shit go
Like wheels on the track ya ain't even know
Say no mo'

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