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It's All Real
[Eightball]. This for all my G's and my niggas that ride with me. Only God feel the pain and only he can really see. Through the eyes of a child. A baby born wild.
Intro (lost)
To be or not to be, that is the question. Ball and G, that's the answer. Living legends, many are called but few are chosen. You know their names, legends of the south.
Intro
To be or not to be, that is the question. Ball and G, that's the answer. Living legends, many are called but few are chosen. You know their names, legends of the south.
In The Wind
Verse One: MJG. . Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.. Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these. Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view.
In The Middle Of The Night
[Twista]. Damn. what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House. Y'all motherfuckers know who this is. Here's some mack shit. . [Twista]. Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me.
If I Die
Mic check one two. You know when you lose somebody. Somebody that's close to you. Somebody that's probably not even that close to you. You might have just know him.
I Know U
[Eightball]. Eightball, the one you know from bustin' flows. Bout that real shit and bout these shady ass hoes. I hit the block when I was 12 and I ain't never leavin'.
I Don't Wanna Die
Gloomy days got my head twisted. Mystic visions of a razor blade. Cut my blunt with precision. Stuff it till it's bustin'. . Sippin' on some Tussin'. Imagine it, gothic hustlin'.
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In Memory
Music: S. Drover. Lyrics: S. Drover. . I raise my head up from my pillow. Thoughts of pain and sorrow. Can't sweep the memory from my mind. Another day to try to handle.
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I Cry (night After Night)
Night after night I cry. Night after night you're never home. Night after night I get disappointed, cause i'm sick and tired of being alone (alone). .
I Can Throw A Baseball
I Can Throw A Baseball. . I can throw a baseball better than the President. He can talk to you better than I can. If I could talk to you like the President.
I'm Orphan Son
song 1. i'm a son. without parents. this bout' my story i think i can't tell this story. but i'm trying to speak to you i'm orphan son. i have only brother and sister.
I Remember Nothing
I want to see you with tears in your eyes. You make me petty, sold by your lies, lies, lies. I don't like the shoes that you wear, the air you breathe, the cut of your.
I Give In
I crucify myself inside my head, like you said. You want to prove that I'm dead, just a shell, a living hell. I give in. I give in. I give in. I give in.
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