Death Row Greatest Hits

Hit Em Up (feat. Outlawz)

Boss Mode | Evil Neuro Theme

Cash money, cash money, hella bands on me.
Bad druggy, bad druggy, now my head funny.
Lack something, lack something, who your man honey?
Can't stop me, can't stop me, throw it back on me.

Bitch I gotta pack up, black ops.
Care if I go back to get my package, clap 'em.
Semi automatic, no attachment, back up.
Many men get sent into the casket. (uhh)

Strap the mags to my bando.
Next to the Mac, this a pistol, not an Apple.
I'm a bad influence on your manners.
But these bitches only want me when I'm manic.

Double black in a brand new Mercedes.
Half a bottle down, twenty cops tryna chase me.
I got stuck, now I always daydream.
Everywhere I look I see a shadow of your face, and-
When I look then I shatter, babe-
You're my medicine, I never can explain how much you matter.
Ten drops of your magic.
Wish that I could always stay this manic.

Devil worship on my nine to five.
I ain't clocking out.
Another shot to keep the demons out.
Purify the crowd.
Cellar screaming, where my peace of mind?
Deep inside the ground.
Best friends with the reaper.
I can't let him down.

Take a toke from the pouch.
Swear that you'll be here, take an oath, take a vow.
Then I'll have no fear from the thoughts that I drown.
In my ocean of tears, lay the heart of my doubt.

Double black in a brand new Mercedes.
Half a bottle down, twenty cops tryna chase me.
I got stuck, now I always daydream.
Everywhere I look I see a shadow of your face, and-
When I look then I shatter, babe-
You're my medicine, I never can explain how much you matter.
Ten drops of your magic.
Wish that I could always stay this manic.

Ice presses, full fiend, but it goes hard.
Stairs step, cold feet, it's a long walk.
White sniff, nose bleed, miss it so much.
Mad head, no sleep, let me cool off.
(ay)

Been broke on the benzos, binbag.
Copy that, dope on the low got me big stacks.
Glock-19, undercoated way I grip that.
Hold up, where the police? Pockets loaded with a click-clack.

Double black in a brand new mercedes,
Half a bottle down, twenty cops tryna chase me.
Bad luck, you were hot and crazy.
When I felt your touch, always wanted you to save me.
But it don't matter.
At the end of the journey it only gets better.
It's the same old pattern.
In the end, yeah I guess it don't matter.

Mercedes - [Prod. Frozeine Beats]

WE DON'T TRUST YOU

Future, Metro Boomin & Kendrick Lamar - Like That

Lost My Soul

King tonka

@waytooanti
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yuh bitch dont talk that
yuh bitch dont talk that shit
i got money comin
i got money comin in yuh
yuh bitch dont talk that
yuh bitch dont talk that shit
i got money comin
i got money comin in yuh
aint it crazy how they switchin on the kid
always had your back when times got rough you copped out like a bitch
huh yea im too lit anfd this lil bitch got me pissed
eat a dick yea told all of my haters they aint shit
im the shit yeah
spent a couple band on my fit
took your bitch
waytoofuckinganti bitch im him
bitch im mobile like a sim
servin fiends early am
and your bitch know who i am
i just want a million
fuck it i been on the road im chasin all these bands
she give brain like she on honor roll yeah she my favourite fan
i been chillin i been all alone yea i just want revenge
i luv money but you know im still gon spend
i like codeine i been pouring up that tris
like lil tony i been running from the jakes at 3am
i been driftin
 i been swervin
 i been riding thru my ends

3am [prod. voodoox9 & ameisswut]

Family Matters

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fallschirmjäger remix

Mercedes - [Prod. Frozeine Beats]

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