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Now it's the pimp nigga
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown, clown
Watch me whip a dirty ho down
I was raised to dock 'em all
Stack 'em up, tack 'em up
Push 'em to the wall, dawg
Fill they mouth up full of nut
Now it's the pimp nigga
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown, clown
Watch me whip a dirty ho down
I was raised to dock 'em all
Stack 'em up, tack 'em up
Push 'em to the wall, dawg
Fill they mouth up full of nut
Fuck 'em in the bunk bed or the fucking toilet bowl
It really don't matter to me 'cause she a G, will make your pockets roll
Now I gotta dump that ho, but she wanna stick me
With a fuckin' knife, bitch, I'm strapped with an Uzi
Bitches are dumb, and a motherfucker steppin' up to me with that shit
No, I never play, ain't buy no bitch
Groupies on my fucking dick, with seven niggas, make me sick
Once I get my answers
Some busters couldn't even stand a player
Just because I'm on another level I don't need to hear
"Long as a nigga got some bitches by his side"
It's all a nigga need, and a clean ass ride
See, if they one for the bitches on the motherfucking track
A playa will be stackin', that's why a ride clean, bitch
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown, clown
Watch me whip a dirty ho down
I was raised a pimp nigga
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown, clown
Watch me whip a dirty ho down
I was raised a pimp nigga
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown, clown
Watch me whip a dirty ho down
I was raised a pimp nigga
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown, clown
Watch me whip a dirty ho down
I was raised a pimp nigga
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some pimp nigga
Breakin' on a crown, clown
Watch me raised a pimp nigga
Breakin' on a bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown, clown
Watch me whip a dirty ho down
I was raised a
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ANDROMEDA (slowed)
04:10
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[Intro]
Know that you ain't runnin
(LXST CXNTURY)
The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck
[Verse]
The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck
The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck
[Pre-Chorus]
Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin
All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin
Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin
[Chorus]
All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin
Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin
All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin
Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin
All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin
Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin
All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin
Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin
[Outro]
The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your ass when I blast
I don't give a fuck
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AMNESIA (slowed)
03:32
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DISTORTION (slowed)
03:03
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[[Chorus]
Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat
Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks
In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch
Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat
Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks
In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch
Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat
Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks
In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch
[Verse]
Unsolved mystery-they wondering who the hell killed Ted
Cuz' Ted was an innocent citizen and Ted wound up Dead
Murder in the projects and the suspects have no clue
Now Ted family can't know-because they know this not the truth?
They constantly goin' to court im tired of hearin' his family cry
Ain't nothin sadder than hearin Ted Momma screamin Why
It's Ted, Our first son, Age Twenty-One
Had to be A target rage of someone's gun
Our family raised with out of there??
Our burial funeral was so sad
Our brother with plenty of knowledge and edumacation and skills were put in the past
3 days later and another human wound up dead
In the same projects and the same shit was said
Everybody suspicious wonderin who the fuk it iz
[Chorus]
Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat
Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks
In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch
Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat
Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks
In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch]
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5. |
DEEP FUSION (slowed)
03:51
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6. |
TOKYO (slowed)
02:23
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[Intro]
LXST CXNTURY
[Pre Verse]
Sportin' fresh, guess you got the ''knocker' in the head'' figure
Say you want my number, you just another gold digger
Collectin' from yo' bitch, or your "slut," if you got the nerve
Niggas charging hoes, deem them worn, sit em' down to serve
[Verse]
I see you ridin' clean, burnin' rubber in this Chevy thang
Rollin' down Broadway, dicks out the ass, mane
Hoes on yo' nuts ain't getting paid, see your Bullshit
A nigga dyin', bitches step aside cause' plenty imma' get
Say you wanna fuck a hoe, can you fuck a greedy girl?
Plead them for your money, it ain't funny, make you lick my errl
Silly suck' aside, bustas' known that be my first hit
Rubbers for your dick' any color you can take yo' pick
Sportin' fresh, guess you got the ''knock er' in the head'' figure
Say you want my number, you just another gold digger
Collectin' from yo' bitch, or your "slut," if you got the nerve
Niggas charging hoes, deem them worn, sit em' down to serve
Niggas with the clout, ain't no doubt, you can leave me out
Cause' them numbers to your bank account is what I be about
Bearin' Heist, smellin' good, boutta' make me fall in love
Sidekick in the phase, from that cheeze is what i'm thinkin' of
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7. |
SPACE ATTACK (slowed)
02:54
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C is for the click [?] we are low, 'til you make us [?]
We even got the school boy, punking down security guards
R is for the round 15, got the [?]
We shoot you with a hollow [?] anna at yo head
E is for the indo when we smoke, just to keep us high
[?] we just smoking 9 on 5
C is for the click [?] we are low, 'til you make us [?]
We even got the school boy, punking down security guards
R is for the round 15, got the [?]
We shoot you with a hollow [?] anna at yo head
E is for the [?] them bustas, we be fined up
Can't [?] on yo ass and bitch, we don't give a fuck
E is for the indo when we smoke, just to keep us high
[?] we just smoking 9 on 5
C is for the click [?] we are low, 'til you make us [?]
We even got the school boy, punking down security guards
R is for the round 15, got the [?]
We shoot you with a hollow [?] anna at yo head
E is for the [?] them bustas, we be fined up
Can't [?] on yo ass and bitch, we don't give a fuck
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10. |
VEGA (slowed)
03:58
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[Intro]
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
LAST CENTURY
[Chorus]
M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no
[Verse]
Bitch, why you digging me
D-O-G, it’s Key, Lo Key
Dawg, walk a hooker when you take her to a corner, see
Twelve o’clock, late at night, pimps, want they money hoe
Presidents, calling my name, gotta go, gotta go
Open the do’, there she go, pulling out my superducts
Give her dirty dollars, ain’t no G, I don’t give a fuck
Mane, look, hell yeah, that’s the way its gotta be
Stop and get some Champ’, then I pimp, playa constantly
Running to the track, for my stack, I’m a money Mack
Taking care of bus-i-ness, twenty dollars that we get
Gotta make another stop, dirty slut, got my rock
Floating down Parkway, spot that bitch and hit the block
Pimp tight, hoe tight, where my money, beat her man
Put it in the buttcrack, stitches in her damn hand
Sweating necks, don’t you flex, Lo Key a man dawg
Holler at your bitch, bullshit it’s a Hoe Call
[Chorus]
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
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11. |
CARBON MIST (slowed)
02:54
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12. |
BLINDSPOT (slowed)
02:37
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13. |
BLOODY TEAR (slowed)
03:05
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[Intro]
LXST CXNTURY
[Pre-Verse]
I'm ready to make 'em drop with the cocked
G-L-O-C-K
Busta's under the wings
On my thoughts, I face 'em every day
No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
[Verse]
I'm ready to make 'em drop with the cocked
G-L-O-C-K
Busta's under the wings
On my thoughts, I face 'em every day
No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
Fresh up on my fears to provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' em fold
Victim of my bullet lead
Tricks, who want my treats?
From the Gold smoke up in their face
Down fo' the smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane
Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane
Stangin' like a walk if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-Tec
[Pre-Verse 2]
Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps
[Verse 2]
Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane
Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane
Stangin' like a walk if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-Tec
[Outro]
Welcome to my game pimp
Now you in da playas [?]
[?] me yo clothes, with them hoes you [?]
I'm realer than you think with the Glock that I maintain
Clickin on you lemon lames
My hollow points ain't got no name
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CROWD (slowed)
03:23
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15. |
DESTINY (slowed)
03:01
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DRAW HYDRA (slowed)
03:39
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HOAX (slowed)
03:48
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RADICAL (slowed)
03:03
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CATHARSIS (slowed)
02:58
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22. |
NEVER EXISTED (slowed)
03:24
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[Intro]
Attention!
You have moved into a universe that never existed
LXST CXNTURY will accompany you
Have a nice trip!
LXST CXNTURY
[Chorus]
Murder, murder
True gangster till I hurt her
Bitch ass nigga with his nuts up
Fucking with the 1 to the 8 to the 7
Specialize in the sigs 211, suicide
A thousands in my bank make my nurse job
So I go upstairs, to my closed kid to solve all off
1 to the 8 to the 7
Specialize in the sigs 211, suicide
[Verse]
I’m a shine like is the D of G, Pegade Pegnard
Sigma thought at the versus with the еnergy, get it pick
Prom gets Mеgan one of the pizzas bet
I’m a shelter here, with its our that, its our that
One day seven, 211 enemy this fuckin guy
Get you to the brine Klaus bride’s cousin friends of mine
Mr. Peck never like smacking lips when I’m serving hope
Listen lady dope, I’m about the law, murder law, murder law, murder
Here estranged from the dog Satella meets a guillotine
Man terms out of term [?]
[?] was sincere, enough sincere, in my big club
Club up like a midnight waking up in a count 2
[Chorus]
I’m a saddle back with the man isn’t me to get
Coughing up some good, is the most
Carving a bloody stuff, in his brain
I’m a shine like is the D of G
Club up like a midnight waking up in a count 2
I’m a saddle back with the man isn’t me to get
Coughing up some good, is the most
Carving a bloody stuff, in his brain
I’m a shine like is the D of G
Club up like a midnight waking up in a count 2
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23. |
MIRAX (slowed)
02:58
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24. |
CYBERSITY (slowed)
02:45
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25. |
FLYSTYLER (slowed)
03:25
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26. |
COLLAR (slowed)
03:06
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27. |
STAR WAY (slowed)
03:03
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28. |
SATURN (slowed)
03:09
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29. |
NEON (slowed)
02:48
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[Intro]
LXST CXNTURY
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
[Verse]
Killas from the northside, north memphis killa click
Smokin' city Hollywood, killas 'bout to pop up, bitch
Half [?] killa [?] up with the fucking Glock
Project nigga talk [?] up, leave 'em bodies at the drop
That you try to run and hide, 'cause you cannot get no higher
Than them [?] fire, man you bitches gonna cry
Cry to yo mama who you never gonna see again
Sacrifice your life to hell 'cause you gon' meet my deadly friend
In this life I [?] nigga talkin shit
New chicago in this fuckin bitch [?] killa 'bout to pop a bitch [?]
[Chorus]
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the
Killas from the northside
Killas from the northside
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30. |
VIOLENCE (slowed)
03:29
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31. |
ALONE (slowed)
02:18
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32. |
CAPTIVE (slowed)
02:20
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33. |
THORNY PATH (slowed)
03:22
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34. |
VICIOUS CIRCLE (slowed)
02:46
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35. |
GRAVE (slowed)
02:46
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