ACT SNEAKY PT. 1 (SONGS: 1-9). ALL SONGS/LYRICS from album "Act Sneaky" ** by B-LoW The Don. ***CLICK TO DOWNLOAD ALL SONGS FREE VIA GOOGLE DRIVE*** 1st song: "Act Sneaky" - 9th song "Make This Thru".

1.) "Act Sneaky." by B-Low The Don. ***LEAKED*** from Full 15 Song Debut Album, "Act Sneaky, FREE DOWNLOAD VIA GOOGLE DRIVE!!! ((((HOT AS SUN!!!!!!!!!!)))) DOWNLOAD THIS --- N BUMP N YO CAR !!!!!!!! FREE DOWNLOAD!!THRU GOOGLE DRIVE! "Act Sneaky" By B-LoW. CLICK TO PREVIEW SONG VIA GOOGLE DRIVE !!! FREE INSTRUMENTAL/REMIX IS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF: YAJOHN HOWARD BEATS. (On YouTube) THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT!! (ALL LYRICS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF B LOW ENT.) *Disclaimer: The violence portrayed in this music is designed to lessen violence by having a cathartic outlet for anger. The goal is to ease anger thru art-- & lessen violence- not glorify it.


(LYRICS): LOOK, HERE, MUTHA FUCKA’Z- WHEN I SAID IT’S ON- I SAID IT’S ON FOR LIFE, CAUGHT YO ASS THREATENING ME TO DIE? GOT THE SEMI WITH THE KNIFE, WE CAN DO THIS ALLL NIGHT, GUT YOUR WHOLE CREW, KILLIN THE REPLACEMENTS WHO NEW. THEY KNOW THEY’D NEVER PUT UP A FIGHT FROM MY CLIQUE, COS THEY KNOW THEY’D GET WHIPPED, FLIPPED AND CHIPPED, DIPPED NEAR MY CLIQUE, SHOT DEAD ON THE FIFTH, AND I WON'T MISS, LAYIN DEAD SPIT ON HIM AS HIS BLOOD DRIPS- BUT I'M IN THE BUSINESS- FOR MY PRICES, I ALWAYS GET TIPPED. IF I DIE, WE’LL KILL ALL YALL, BUT I’M THE ONE WHO‘LL LIVE- COS YOU SLIP, I’M THE FUCKIN SHIT, YOU A FUCKING BITCH. WHY YOU TWITCH? WHEN I UNLOAD MY 8 AND A HALF INCH SWITCH, SAME SIZE AS MY DICK. YA FLIP’N OUT N ACT’N ALL WHACK, YOU ASS BE TRIPP’N. CALL MY NAME OUT? GET SMACKED. CAN’T BREATHE COS YOU’RE TRAPPED. CAN’T LIVE TO SUE THIS.. THINK OF SOMETHING STUPID YOU DUMB ASSES BE STUPID ENOUGH TO DO IT. SET YOU UP MY TEAM BUT KIDNAP YO ASS, BOTH BLACK AND WHITE COS MONEY'S NOT RACIST, WHILE ME AND MY GOONS PUT YOUR SOUL DIFFERENT PLACES. FUCK WITH ME? GET WHACKED. BUDDY STARTED TO BOAST, 8 SHOTS TO THE BACK AND THE DOME, YA BORN AN ANGEL, BUT I TURNED HIM INTO A GHOST. SO SEE HIM NO MO.. BULLETS BE CLOSE.. MORE ACCURATE THAN MOST, THEY TRIED TO AIM THE BARREL BUT THEIR MIND CHOKED, NO HOPE. I’M NOT VERY PATIENT SO DON’T MAKE A FUCKEN FUSS, MY FURY, THAT’S NOT A WARNING, THAT’S A PROMISE, NOTHING CAN STOP US. WE MAKE A LIVING ATTACKING YOU FAKERS TRYING TO MOB US AND DROP US NOT A SINGLE ONE CAN TOP THIS. BORN LEADER, GENERAL, I’M NOT YOUR BRO. THEY SAID YOU DAMN FLOW SO FOLLOW US YOU GET DOUGH, STAYING BLAZED LIKE A RASTA BUT IM HUNGRY NOW I WANT BEEF LIKE A MOBSTA, I’M A MONSTA. SO I CAN WATCH MY ENEMIES PRETEND TO BE FAKE GS’S, AND THEY’RE ALL AFRAID OF ME, COS THEY KNOW I GOT GAME IN ME. IT’S INSANE TO LIVE FOR FREE FAMOUSLY AND DANGEROUSLY- GET EM ROB EM SMOKE ALL THEIR KIEF, BUT THEY BE SMOKIN MIDS, DON’T PASS THAT SHIT TO ME. JUST BECAUSE THEY TRIED TO DROP A REAL OG. NOW THEY SEE THEY ASS ON TV- WHO SHOT YA, WHO SHOT YA? YEAH, THAT’S ME. THE AMOUNT OF WEED I MOVE AND SMOKE, YOU COULDN’T BELIEVE THE KIND OF CREW I NEVER HOPED I BELIEVED THE THINGS I ACHIEVED I ACHIEVED, SMOKE MYSELF UP DAILY TO BECOME FREE TO BE ME. THIS IS A FUCKING WAR YOU ACT LIKE IT’S A MOVIE. GIVE UP OR DIE UP, DON’T END UP LIKE STEVE, AS YOU BLEED I ACTING ALL MEAN AND SNEEZE IN YOUR FACE AS IM SPITTIN WHILE YOUR BRAIN BLEED’N –OUT-- DISMEMBER THE TRIGGA FINGA AND THUMB WHILE I ESCAPE WITHOUT A TRACE. NEVER ON THE RUN. WANTED POUNDS BUT NOW I GOT TONS. ALWAYS FIRST PLACE. WHO KILLED YOU BOY NOW I’M ON THE CHASE, 150 K’S OF WEIGHT, COMING YOUR WAY, SO LUNGE AFTER I CAREFULLY- MAKE THE HIT MY POWER SOARS FAR, PAVE YOUR ASS AN EARLY GRAVE LIKE PABLO ESCOBAR. WHO THE WORLD CAN NEVER SAVE, BUT MY POETRY ON DOPE AND ON PAR.. AND PLAY.. I COUNT’N MY CASH AND POT.. AND SMOKE A WHOLE LOT, BLEW HIS ASS IN HALF THE MORGUE SAID IT WAS HALF OFF. MY FLOW SICK, WORDS BENDING LIKE PLASTIC- LIKE MARS, OUT OF THIS WORLD- ABSOLUTELY CLASSIC! INFECTIOUS LIKE SARS, SHOOT YA IN YA CARS, SO NOW LEAVE YOU IN THE CASKET. YALL BE REMEMBERING EVERY EXCRUTIATING BAR, GET LIT, COUGHING UP THE TAR FROM MY LUNGS SO GET SMOKED, HAVE FUN YA DUMB ASS GET FUCKED BY YA BOY, SMOKED HIM ON TWO GUNS, ONE’S A SEMI, ONE’S A SUB. LOOK ME IN THE EYE AIMING THE CHAMBER AT HIM I SAID SORRY YOU SHIT OUT OF LUCK, CHUCK, BEFORE I ROLL UP THE BLUNTS FOR THE WHOLE CREW, COS IM THAT DUDE. BLOOD BE DRIPPIN, YOU HAVE NO DECISION IN THIS, NO PERMISSION WHILE I SMOKING MY CANNABIS TRIP’N—LISTEN-- EXTINGUISH THE VICTIM, IN ADDITION. NO DINNER TONIGHT MOM SHOT ALL YA IN THE KITCHEN SO NO MORE BITCHEN OR SNITCHEN, BONGS BE RIPPEN, BOYS BE SLIPPEN, GOT A HIT ON EM COS IM A VILLAIN, BLOOD BE SPILLIN MAKIN A KILL’N AND I KNOW YOU BE FEELIN THIS REAL ASS SHIT, TO KING FROM DRUG DEALIN, I HAVE NO CEILING, IM CHILLEN… AND MOUNT’N CHOPPIN LOTS OF MY GUNS SO STAY SHOTTIN THEY DROPPIN FALLIN WALLIN IM CREEPIN I’M HAULIN N MAULIN. ANY OF THEM PEEPIN IN MY BLINDS, INSIDE A SHELLL YOUR BODY FINDS… BUT I’M REAL KIND, BUT ONLY TO MINE, BE FINE, WHEN I SEE YOU I… [dramatic coughing; transition to part 2].. GET IN THIS NO PERMSSION WHILE I SMOKIN MY CANNABIS TIRPPIN—LISTEN-- EXTINGUISH THE VICTIM IN ADDITION. NO DINNER TONIGHT MOM SHOT ALL YALL IN THE KITCHEN.. SO NO MORE BITCHEN OR SNITCHEN.. BONGS BE RIPPEN BOYS BE SLIPPIN. GOTTA HIT IM’, COS I’M A VILLAIN, BLOOD SPILLIN MAKIN A KILL’N, AND I KNOW YOU BE FEELIN THIS REAL ASS SHIT, TO KING FROM DRUG DEALING. I HAVE NO CEILING. I’M CHILLEN, 100 DOLLAR BILLEN COUNTIN CASH GOT A MTHA FUCKA MOUNTAIN GOLDEN FOUNTAINN MOUNTING GUNS BE CHOPPIN LOTS OF GUNS SO STAY SHOTTIN. COS THEY DROPP’N N FALLING N WALLIN, I’M CREEPING, I’M HAULIN AND MAULIN. ANY OF THEM PEEP’N IN MY BLINDS- INSIDE A SHELL YOUR BODY WILL FIND--- BUT I’M REAL KIND.. BUT ONLY TO MINE- BE FINE- WHEN I SEE YOU I’LL CHARGE YOU LIKE A TRUCK- NO MAKE THAT A FUCK’N BUS. LAYING IN THE STREETS, BRAINS LEAKIN WHILE MY PORTFOLIO BLOWS UP, ACT SNEAKY, BLOOD SEEPIN, ON THE FLOOR FUCK WITH ME? PRAY DEEPLY. BLOW YOU TO PIECES, MEEKLY, PICTURE OF YA BODY THEY BE TWEET’EN, YOU ASS BE LAYING IN THE DIRT BLEED’NN, BLOWED HIM TO 2 PIECES, WHILE I GROWIN MY POT-- AND SMOKE A WHOLE LOT-- THE MORGUE ASKED IF HE WAS HALF OFF. REAPIN MY HARVESTS NEATLY AND YOU ACT BEEFLY THOUGHT HE WAS A MARTYR FOR THE CASH, BUT REALLY YOU JUST ANOTHER DUMB ASS WHO GOT BLASTED, REST IN PEACE FOREVER, NOW YOU’RE STUCK IN THE PAST, ONE WAS A TWO CHESTER, AIN’T NOTHING BETTER, MY TEAM TOO CLEVER, ASK MY GIRL HEATHER, NOW POOL OF BLOOD GLOWS REDDER… (…PASS THE GUN TO MY GIRL…).. AND I LET HER, WHILE MY MANS BE ON POINT JUST FOR PLEASURE. PISS ON YOUR GRAVE YA BOY CRYING INHALING MY LETTERS, BURY MY CASH AND BUILD A NEW STASH, ONE-HEADER. I’M A SELF-MADE MTHFKA MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, TURNED A 20 INTO A P INTO A K INTO G’S—BOY-- LISTEN…. [coughing]

2.) "Kill Me." by B-LoW The Don. ***LEAKED*** from Full 15 Song Debut Album, "Act Sneaky," FREE DOWNLOAD VIA GOOGLE DRIVE!!! ((((EMOTIONAL & HEARTBREAK!!!!!!!!!!!)))) DOWNLOAD THIS --- N BUMP N YO CAR !!!!!!!! FREE DOWNLOAD!! CLICK TO PREVIEW/DOWNLOAD SONG VIA GOOGLE DRIVE !!! "Kill Me" by B-LoW. FREE INSTRUMENTAL/REMIX IS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF: Eleven Empire Beats. (On YouTube) THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT!! (Extended) (ALL LYRICS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF B LOW ENT.) DOWNLOAD- DOWNLOAD- DOWNLOAD- SHARE- SHARE- SHARE!!!! RAW AF!
*Disclaimer: This song is not in any way glorifying suicide, it is a cathartic release so people who can relate do not feel alone with their angst-- thus-- cathartically releasing sadness and decreasing desire to take one's life.


(LYRICS): Today, I’m dead, I dreamt about being with her forever, but she fucked with my head. I miss cuddling with each other, I’m begging for her healing, I thought she loved me, but she’s got no feelings. When I’m pleading and negotiating for her love, I’m kneeling, praying to God above, that we can still be with each other. Together forever, an illusion of her love, now a delusion. Emotional manipulation, impossible situation, we had names for our future sons- then defective information. Through the phone, a text, same heart that loves- me hates me. I thought she was healing, I’m crying and begging, this girl’s got no feelings. I thought she loved me, she said it was forever, fantasies of doing life forever-- together, now it’s up to me, no- I mean, I’m just nothing. I’m not even here, suffocation alive of the fear of breaking up. I feel the end is near. Feel like I’m going to throw up. I’m completely lost, buried alive- but I wanted to be married til we die. I can’t stop this from happening, I’m nothing. Where can I even start? I can’t wake from bed.. I used to sleep in thinking about your face, I used to sleep in thinking about your face. I think I’m going to throw up. I’m lost, buried alive. Trapped underneath, I wanted to be married til we die. No one can love me the way you love me, no one can touch me the way you touch me. I’m feeling empty, dead, killing myself, abusing my body, wishing I could see your face one more time, I’ll never feel love again--- not yours--- the most special love I’ve felt!! Wishing death to myself, can’t do this never without you wish I wasn’t here, I’m dead already. She’ll never come back to me. She blocked me, she won’t talk to me. Accusations, interrogations, compulsive texts- it’s all in my imagination, crippling me. We never argued in person. Now I’m so alone and hurtin’. We used to soothe, each and other laugh and cuddle, guess that wasn’t enough to earn your love tho. Talk’n about marriage, but now my heart is black and tearing, I’m done carin’. She made me finally believe in love again, and now I want to feel dead-- whether below or above, it’s fucking with my head, I’m falling into an abyss, I thought she was the one, she touched me with such love; felt real love from her kiss, just one more to feel her touch, like dope one last time better than feeling none. I thought she was the one, she called me baby, she fucked me in the head, no one can save me. No one else can love me like how she loved me, trapped in this darkness. The only one I loved, it was all an illusion, realizing wanting you back is a delusion, confusion. When I was with her we both felt more [safety]. Never felt closer to another woman she saved me, we made each other feel safe, she said fuck all the haters, she said I’m the best- said fuck all the rest. It’s the least one you’d expect to deceive you they say, I hate to say the word but she raped me, no other way to say it, babe it’s crazy, the visuals can’t escape me. How she said my name when she first dated me, the way she called me baby.. I saw sweet love in her eyes but now she hates me, over nothing, a misunderstanding, but shit now I’m nothing, can’t stop this from happening.. Misinterpreted txts leaves me feeling like death. It’s like everyone I meet, I face defeat and lose peace, it’s like I repel everyone I meet. It’s making me yell. Bitch what the fuck is wrong with you? This girl’s not right for you. No girl is right for me. That’s how it’s gotta be, I’m the slave of my feelings, I’ll never escape this darkness. Horror denial, this was all a big mistake, broke up virtually, never saw her again, she was so nurturing she was my best friend. Never saw her again, one typo the end, never should’ve press send. And dawg you a damn dumbass, thought she was my future forever now she’s my past, visions of children and being married, haunt my ass. She said fuck your feelings, I thought she cared for me. Started so innocent and now so viciously. She used to massage me, love me, and listen to me. We had it all going on a power couple, now I want a taste of death now or nothing. She was the only one who understood me, now you’re dead to me, so I don’t get my hopes up. I want to fucking kill me, I’m nothing. a drain, a leech, a nothing- not a legend, it’s all in my head, I’m just an ass hole, a narcissistic dick, an ass hole, she broke up saying FUCK YOU- twice online. Never would’ve said it in face, with her lips and I thought we’d have kids. I’ll never find the one, so why not just finish it off? She’s the only one who understood me, on the same level, why is it that when she broke up she acted like the devil? I didn’t do shit wrong, I never came close to cheating I’ma miss her so much I’ll miss our evenings, just us. Ruin the relationship, a travesty, deceased, a tragedy, over a message, virtually misinterpreted- unfortunately for me. I didn’t think she was like this, the only woman who cared about me, makes me cry to think of all the memories. The visuals, haunt me, they can’t go away. Happy smiles in your eyes like we’re soulmates, is there any more love for me? no more to show for me? Forever lock the door between us, me and her, the tragedy of never knowing what happened, I’ll never find the one, so why don’t I just finish it off? Fuck it I just wana die can’t stand this shit, I’m trapped, no way out. I’m making a list of ways to kill myself, just to fantasize, I don’t know why, because it hurts so much, because she won’t apologize. Kicks me while I’m down, so death follows me, as I’m trying to rationalize, I didn’t want to do it in case I went to hell- but fuck it- no one around me so I guess I’ll just do it myself.

3.) "Dying" By B-LoW The Don. ***LEAKED*** **WITH LYRICS** FREE DOWNLOAD VIA GOOGLE DRIVE!!! ((((HOT & RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!)))) DOWNLOAD THIS --- N BUMP N YO CAR !!!!!!!! (((PAIN/SUBSTANCE ABUSE/EMOTIONAL SONG)) FREE DOWNLOAD! VIA MY GOOGLE DRIVE ACC. "Dying" by B-LoW. FREE INSTRUMENTAL/REMIX IS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF: Genw3st (of YouTube) THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT!! (extended) (ALL LYRICS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF B LOW ENT.) DOWNLOAD- DOWNLOAD- DOWNLOAD- SHARE- SHARE- SHARE!!!! RAW Af.


(LYRICS): Kill myself without bud, that’s what I was thinking, before homi numba 1 introduced me to big stinkin’, smoke every day to survive, not too often asking why. I even used to have a lil somethun somethun on tha side. For 60 seconds, clinically dead. Last thought was seeing my mom and hearing what she said. Son don’t die, went to hell, burned and fried, buried alive in the casket. Seeing my own funeral, souls be damning. But now back from the dead, bud stickin’ to the blunt rap, to my fingers, but pain lingers, I shiver to think I could’ve died so many times. Black hole of angst, gone when I feel it bind, mental health problems like I’m about to die. And I can’t lie, it felt good to try-- just once-- then got hooked, got fucked, chasin dollars and dope, to stop feeling this pain, knowing deep down I lost hope, feeling the shame of being a broke dirty muthafuckin junkie, no one will remember my name, I’ll die young like every muthafuckin druggie, ain’t no girl gonna love me. Not guna croak, I’m guna toke and get fried, but I never really ask why, why do I stay high? Can’t do shit without it. Take my weed, I’m a fucken mess, a few hours go by without it, I’m feeling like death. With real drugs, who’s next? Homies droppin’ chasin’ the high. Keeping it illegal lessens its use is a lie, and no matter how much I try, and I don’t know why, its pulling me back in, like I have to smoke, like I’m dead inside, smiling and laughter just hide a chapter, of my life I try to hide, psychotic drug fiend. Mouth be movin’ ears be hearin’ but homis no idea why, what you mean fearing brains bleeding from taking doses every day? For a year now, it’s my new normal. Never question if it’s moral, take it away I feeling awful, forgetting my name, they’re all after me, from my name, from the fame, I gotta get away, gotta get away, it’s all in my head, they’re all trying to kill me, inject me dead. It’s all in my head, I’m on my knees entreating, try believing, but I’m deceiving my mind and peeping out my blinds. Hearing voices in my head telling me “you’re about to die!”. Save a dime, save a dub, no a ounce, no a pound later. Clutch your nine, hold a sub, not a sound after. After I exhale the marijuana, I can’t fail. Smiling, laughing, but without it it’s hell. I’m acting because nothing is happening, in my brain if I’m sober, wicked emptiness takes over, shit- I even have bipolar. I promised myself when I was older, I’d put shit back in order. I’m crossing between borders, one moment laughing, next moment torture. Emotions take over, will it ever be over? Cursed to be tormented without answers, I’m trying my best to manage. Fuck with me ruthless and savage, thinking of people deserting me, causing damage- damn her! Rejection, dejection always feels like a lesson. Got my glock 9 protection but need divine intervention, in my head, I’m wretched- I couldn’t plan this but I gota be a man about this. Because depression takin’ over, I can’t even roll over the bed, or get fed, by me. I’m sitting still or fidgeting, insomnia, then fatigue. Can’t stop sleeping, can’t stop this from happening. Ask god why-- only with weed-- he answers me he says smoke it up g, because they all after me, without it, I chase it. Bone said, if it makes you happy smoke it, I believe ya, so light up the sativa. Couldn’t erase it from my life, too painful, this life’s a race, a fight, yall boys doing all kinds of drugs, going insane. Believe, achieve a life of peace with THC in my brain, me? Wasn’t always like that, grab every drug I see, fuckin grade A fiend, absolute junkie, no one loves me- just a druggie. Decision to smoke weed, not an option it’s a fucking compulsion, whip it out, it’s an auction. My life so ballin but deep down I’m fallin. I can’t escape it, I never will, weed can never compare to any pill. Because we all crying here, government not helping. Anguish, robbing the people of all they money, see for all the people, I’m your equal. Plus the government smuggling coke and dope, into the country, ensure minds be feeble, isn’t it funny? and why its gota be that way? Some people doing real drugs, and do them every day, show a homi some love, no one deserves to die young but one shot and they done. I’m surrounded by this emptiness but I’m never going to run. We don’t deserve the pain got doped up once go insane, gota get away, get away. Mental illness makes them dead, so now I gota take these meds, because some girl ghosting me and fucking with my head, obsessing over what she said, expecting the goodbye, so that’s why I stay high. That’s why I stay high! World fucks me over too, as soon as I catch my balance, I’m blown like a monsoon. Feeling emptiness, doom, and darkness, who will save me? It’s all up to me now so I keep it hazy, but part of me can’t help but hate me, for the things I did, the things I said, the drugs I’ve done. Never thought as a kid I’d be damn near poppin’ all of them! Maybe it’ll always be that way, indoctrinated becomes adulterated, so doing drugs a death sentence. Impulsive, compulsive desire to feel higha, than this hell, it’s crazy I STAY blazed now, can’t you tell? I guess I’m stuck in the game, Gota Smoke So Gotta Sell. !

4. "I'm Real" By B-LoW The Don. ***LEAKED*** (RED HOTTT DISS TAPE) FREE DOWNLOAD VIA GOOGLE DRIVE!!! ***LEAKED*** \ FREE DOWNLOAD!!THRU GOOGLE DRIVES. "I'm Real" by B-LoW. >FREE INSTRUMENTAL/REMIX IS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF: MrMusicInstrumentals (of YouTube) & Cash Money Records. THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT!! (Extended) (ALL LYRICS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF B LOW ENT.) BUMP N YO CAR !!!!!!!!


(LYRICS): FIRST OFF-- FUCK YOU!! YOU FUCK WITH ME—AND CLAIM TO BE A G? OKAY- BUT YOU BROKE ASS PUNK BE MOPPEN FLOORS ACROSS THE STREET SAYING GETTING MONEY FUNNY COS WE JUMP HIM LIKE A BUNNY. NEAR MY VICINITY, STAY AWAY FROM ME, MY SHIT HOLY LIKE DIVINITY, CAN NEVER GET RID OF ME OR GET FUCKED. DISASTER WITH MY GLOCK, CASH, AND POT- THE HOLY TRINITY. GOT A LOT… BLAST HIM IN HALF ASK THE MORGUE IF IT’S HALF-OFF. IN MY CITY? I DON’T FUCK WITH THAT LITTLE KID SHIT, BITCH PLEASE, WITH THAT OUTSIDE YO HOUSE SHIT, GET MORE HOLES THAN SWISS CHEESE. SHIT! THREATEN ME, BITCH? FUCK WHAT YOU SAY! I’LL BLOW OFF YO HEAD FASTA THAN JFK’S. BUT FIRST, BEAT YOU TO A PULP WHILE MY GOONS GET PAID, THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S TIGHT, THAT’S WHY YO SISTER GOT LAID BY ME, FORGOT TO MENTION, WITH A REALA OG, REALA THAN THEE, YOU SEE? YOU WANT BEEF? DON’T FUCK WITH REAL G’S. I’LL CALL YO NAME OUT YA FAKE ASS PHONY. WITH THE SHOTGUN AND AUTOS, PLACE YO BODY BELOW ME. MY NEW HOMI ASKED IF HE HAD ANY EXTRA CLIPS HE CAN THROW ME. TALKIN ABOUT GET’N MONEY- BUT I KNEW HIM AS A HOMI, COULDN’T AFFORD SHIT, TRYING TO DRESS LIKE ME, BITCH, PLEASE, FAKER GET HUNG UP ON A TREE. CAN’T EVEN AFFORD WEED! LOW FUCK’N B I’M THE PROFESSIONALLY I LEAD NATURALLY WHEN I ARRIVE BETTER LEAVE AND BELIEVE. [I’M REAL- YOU FAKE. HATERS AND FAKERS DIE SLOW WHILE I SIT IN FIRST PLACE. I’M REAL- YOU FAKE. GENERAL OF WAR FUELED BY THEY JEALOUS ASS HATE. I’M REAL- YOU FAKE. HATERS AND FAKERS DIE SLOW WHILE I SIT IN FIRST PLACE. ] GROWING POUNDS AND POUNDS OF SOMETHING PURPLE IN MY RED POTS, IN THE STREETS HIGH FIVES HIGH FOR THE HEAD SHOTS. NOW THE GROUNDS BEGIN TO BLEED INJECTED THE MEDSHOT, VEST CAN’T STOP THE DEATH PLOT- THE FEDS SAW. KEEP A SAW FOR THE SHOTGUN—I SMOKE A FUCK LOT!! KILL FOR FREE, KILL FOR TREE, YOU KEEP TALK’N SHIT? END UP LIKE YO BOY STEVE, ROUND 3, THAT’S DEEP. WON’T LIVE THIS TIME, SO STOP THIS WALLEN SHIT, YO FOLKS DON’T HEAR A PEEP, OR SHIT JUST KEEP TALKIN, COS I’LL JUST KEEP LAUGHING. TRY TO FIGHT WITH ME? NO LONGER YOU’LL BE WALKIN’. AS I’M STASH’N, BLASTIN’ STILL BREATHING, WOULDN’T LEAVE HIM TO DIE, I’D SNEEZE AT IM’, DIE SLOW AND FRY HE SCREAMING PLEASE!! AT HIM. BUT SUPREME DON FUK’N ALL THESE WHACK G’S. WITH NO REPLIES, NO APPLAUSE. WITH A GOLDEN SCHLONG FUCK THE GAME PUSSIES COS THEY PLAN TO ATTACK ME. UNLEASH MY MOST VENOMOUS WRATH SPREAD DIE MY DEATHLY DISEASE. BUST IN AT 5 A.M. WITH 5 SHOTS TO PROTECT ME, SO QUIT THIS PRETEND FANTASY BY NEXT WEEK, YO SKIN ROT- UGLY- FUCK YALL AND ALL YALL KIDS, YOU CAN’T KILL A REAL G, YO OUT OF LUCK, NO LONGER BREATHE, DECEASED. CUT UP ANYONE WHO WANTS A PIECE OF THIS SCARY ASS G, YOU DIE SLOWLY, I’M SMOKE’N BLUNTS, LEAVING THE SCENE. [ENEMY: “COULDN’T YOU SPARE ME?] BUT YOU THREATEN ME SO YOU DESERVE TO LEAVE THIS PLANET, AS I’M SMOKIN BLUNTS IN THE HAMMOCK, SPIT ON YO GRAVE REMEMBERIN’ ALL YO HOMIES DIE AND GET SHOT ALL PANICKED, HATE TO BE GRAPHIC, HAD TO TAKE DRASTIC ACTION, WITH MY GLOCK-LIKE CONTRAPTION TO MANAGE. SO STOP THE RAPPIN’, I’M KILLEN, BLOOD BE EVILLY SPILLIN’, TOO REAL FOR THEM I’M THRILL’N, WAVIN’ THE GUN ROUND AND NO ONE CAN BE FEEL’N THIS REAL ASS SHIT, STR8 OUT OF THE RED ZONE, SO ALL I WANT IS CASH SO FUCK THE FAME- WE PUT ALL YO FAKERZ IN PLACE. [I’M REAL- YOU FAKE. HATERS AND FAKERS DIE SLOW WHILE I SIT IN FIRST PLACE. /GUNSHOTS/ I’M REAL- YOU FAKE. HATERS AND FAKERS DIE SLOW WHILE I SIT IN FIRST PLACE.] THE WEED IS LEGENDARY, WHITE, SPARKLIN’, GLISTEN’N- ONLY TOP LINE WHILE YO BROKE ASS LIVE’N IN FICTION. TELL ALL YALL BOYS TO GIVE THIS RAW TRACKA LISTEN. SAY YOU GOT CASH? BUT BIG MONEY, YOU CAN ONLY IMAGINE. AS I’M STRAP’N’, STASH’N, THRASH’N BUST’N CASH AT IM’!!! BLAST’N IM’! FASTER THAN HIM! LIFE OF A REAL G- ALL TRYING TO KILL ME, IN THEIR TERRITORY, BUT NOT TO WORRY! IF I SAW THEM THEY’D MEET MY FULL FURY. FULLY AUTOMATIC, PARABELLUM, HOW MANY BULLETS, COULDN’T TELL IM’. BLOOD BE SPILL’N IM THE ILLEST THIS THE REALIST, CAN’T YOU FEEL THIS? UNRELENTING TENSION, PAY ATTENTION, FOREVER STOPPING YOUR PULSE FOR HATE’N N PRETENDIN, MISSING BODIES BE DEPRESS’N, KILL’N YALL WHOLE CREW BECAUSE YOU AS YO LESSON… THIS MY MISSION, YOUR SOULS BE LIFTIN. GOTA KILL EM! THINK YOU CAN CHOOSE? THIS ISN’T MUSIC, THIS A WARNING. ALL YOUR LIVES WE BE ENDING, WE STAY SHOOTIN. WE CAN’T LOSE THIS, TO HELL WE SEND EM! YOU CAN’T LIVE TO SUE THIS! THIS SONG’S THE ONE TO TELL EM’ AND THEY KNOW THAT I WOULD DO IT! NORTH RUPP? TRY’N KIDNAPP MY ASS? BITCH PLEASE, I ESCAPED FIVE TIMES IN A ROW WITH *ONE* HOMI--- MAKE THAT 6-0. AND YOU LAZY ASS CREW COME WITH REINFORCEMENTS *LONG* AFTER I’M GONE. HOW DO YOU FUCKING DUMBASSES GET JOBS? WHAT, 10 ON 2, 10 ON 1 OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT, AND YOU *STILL* MANAGE TO FUCK UP. LAZY, OFF-POINT BITCHES!!! OFF-POINT BITCHES!!! FUCK WITH ME, YOU OUT OF LUCK- FAKER.. GET.. *FUCKED*. BLOODBATH YO ASS IF YOU WANNA TOUCH ME! AND I GOT AN ARMY OF HOMIES! YO SHOOTIN ROUNDS ONE BY ONE BUT ME? [WE]…. I’M SHOOTIN… *BRICKS*.. FIVE CLIPS---- IN LESS THAN ONE SECOND!! *BLOW* ALL YALL FUCKIN BRAINS OFF G, YOU DON’T WANT THIS! JAMES BOND YO ASS AND ALL YO MUTHAFKEN FAMILY. BUT [LAUGHS] GOOD TO KNOW THAT I’M NOT ON THE ONE TO FUCK WITH LIST. BECAUSE I KNOW YOU FEAR ME… I KNOW YOU HEAR ME… YOU SPEAK FEARFULLY…TELL ALL YALL I RUN THIS CITY!! DUMB UGLY FUCKS TRY TO KILL ME? BITCH EVEN BITCHES KNOW BETTER. WEAK ASS MUTHAFUCKAZ BRAINS BE BLEED’N IN THE STREETS SO FAST OR YOU’LL DISAPPEAR INTO A DUMP TRUCK, IN PIECES, BITCH SO DECEASE, GET CHOPPED UP IN A DUMPSTER, SAND CHIPPER. EITHER WAY BITCH WE’RE GONNA MAKE IT HURT FOR YOU AND WE’RE NOT GOING AWAY!!! I WANT EM’ ALL ALIVE—SO I CAN DO IT MYSELF!!! WE’RE GOING TO KILL ALL YALL SOON WE GET THE CHANCE. THIS IS A PROMISE. WE’RE STAYING ALIVE FULLY STRAPPED! IF I DIED MY TEAM WOULD KIDNAP YO ASS SO FAST. DIE SLOW, DIE FASTER. YOU LOSIN ALL YO GUTS! WHAT TEAM YOU ON? BITCH WE THE FUCKEN MOB, BLAST YO ASS. YOU GOT GUNS BUT CAN’T EVEN AFFORD BULLETS… MOTHERFUCKER I STAY ARMED!! AND ARM AN *ARMY* OF MUTHAFUKAZ WHO WOULD KILL YOU WITHOUT THINKING!! WITHOUT BLINKING!! WITH JUST *ONE* OF MY WORD. SO GET THE *FUCK* OUT OF HERE. DIE SLOW, OR DIE FAST. BUT IT’S NOT YOUR CHOICE--- YOU COULDN’T FUCK'N CAPTURE ME WITH EVERY CHANCE--- I *EMBARRASSED* YOU LAME ASS MUTHAFKAZ, WHAT IS IT 5-0? 6-0? I ACTUALLY FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR YOU, YO FUCKEN DUMB ASS… NORTH RUPP-- ****FUCK YOU!!!!!!**** KEVIN? FUCK YOU!!! J? FUCK YOU!! COULDN’T EVEN DO THEIR JOBS--- BUT THEY JUST GOT ONE!!! FIRE THE MTHFKA COS OF ME, INCOMPETENT, OFF-POINT BITCHES, GET WHIPPED, CHIPPED, AND PUNISHED BITCH! ***FUCK YOU BITCH!!** FAKERS!! CAN’T KILL ME!!! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND NOW? THE FAKERS COULD NEVER FEEL THIS.. KILL ALL YALL ONE BY ONE-- ***FUCK EM ALL !!**** COS WE THE REALIST. *Disclaimer: The violence portrayed in this music is designed to lessen violence by having a cathartic outlet for anger. The goal is to ease anger thru art-- & lessen violence- not glorify it. Instrumental: (Hit'em Up Artist: Tyga. Licensed to YouTube by UMG (on behalf of Cash Money Records/Motown Records); Polaris Hub AB, UNIAO BRASILEIRA DE EDITORAS DE MUSICA - UBEM, ARESA, UMPI, UMPG Publishing, LatinAutorPerf, LatinAutor - SonyATV, CMRRA, ASCAP, Kobalt Music Publishing, Sony ATV Publishing, AMRA, BMG Rights Management (US), LLC, and 18 Music Rights Societies)

5.) "Stay This Way" by B-LoW The Don. ***LEAKED*** from Full 15 Song Debut Album, "Act Sneaky." FREE DOWNLOAD VIA GOOGLE DRIVE!!! ((((HOT & RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!)))) DOWNLOAD THIS --- N BUMP N YO CAR !!!!!!!! (((LOVE SONG FOR REAL G'S))) FREE DOWNLOAD!! CLICK TO PREVIEW/DOWNLOAD SONG VIA MY GOOGLE DRIVE ACCOUNT !!! "Stay This Way" by B-LoW. FREE INSTRUMENTAL/REMIX IS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF: irap beats. (Extended) THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT!! (ALL LYRICS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF B LOW ENT.) DOWNLOAD DOWNLOAD DOWNLOAD!!



(LYRICS):

She actually cares for me , she said she’ll always be there for me, no money in the world can buy the feeling I’m feeling, G. Someone who truly cares for me, my heart, she’s healing, for one formerly bleeding, one still beating… Because of her Now her love I be need’n, I hope it stays this way, so we can see each other every day, and stay blazed all day. I hear the love she has, when she says my name. , I cant even explain’, the feeling, to have a soldier who has your back. When she sees me, she says damn-- that’s my muthafuk’n man! She’d die for me like a homi, so hard to believe how lonely, now never am, was before I met you. So much pain, in the game, got no loving hand to undo.. This pain stain like a tattoo.. Still corrupted by my past, when I was a zombie, bugged out, druggie. Stereotypes of a dirty muthaka, I don’t deserve anyone to love me-- I never thought I’d have someone who actually cares, I know she’ll always be there. I can’t wait until we’re in bed, never want it to end.. Cuddling and kisses, skins touching, gripped, tightly, souls lifting rightly. Formerly disturbed, you are my light Soon as you walk out the door yo a** I’ll already be missing all night.. All night.. Missing all night... Hold onto the girl, who actually cares for you, hold onto the girl, who’ll always be there for you. Save the girl, who you know, you can trust, to know a girl, who truly has love, for you forever, and cares for you, always, there for you, together. There’s not a better feeling, my heart she’s healing- there’s not a better feeling. Believe me. Fucking with these phonies, they think they all know me, from TV, had me on my knees pleading, at church they kneeling , the streets be stealin, skins be peeling, but I got no ceiling, and she sees this- the legend in me I see- I never thought I’d be treated this way G! Always wanted to be with this, couldn’t do it without you, I hear your love when you say my name, I hope it always stays this way. [I hope it always says this way]. We’re smoking weed from the lake to the park near noon, shooting the shit on my bed, kissing, cuddling, hugging too! I never want it to end, because my girls my best friend.. Hold onto it forever, I thought my heart was dead. Now I have you forever. Our future has no end, I can’t wait til she sees me, she’ll be here soon. Anticipating her arrival, makes me smile, amidst the chaos and doom. With my eyes closed- I know if she’s in my room- I know, she’d walk a thousand miles to see me and make it through. I can’t tell you what it feels like to have someone who truly loves you, never do we argue, our hearts and skins touching, I feel your loving, I’m starting to discover, babe, that without you I’m nothing. When you met me I ask, why you blushin’? Tell me when you wanta leave, and I’ll be comin.. Smokin’ something, haze, bubba, diesel, chisel- skunkin’. Higher than a satellite for 4 more weeks, til trees buddin’. She said she never smoked any bud better, none, nothin . She never thought she’d have someone she could truly love. Am I just trippin’, is it all in my head? No, this is real love, I can tell by how she said, my name. When I’m at my lowest, she always knows it, and always feels me, she keeps me sane. If I start deceiving me and lose belief in me, when I’m releasing, tearfully, she hugs me and she hears me, when she’s near me, I feel how much she cares for me. Can’t tella muthfka what it feels like to have a girl who’ll always be there for you. Fucked over so many times, by jealous ass girls, for sure, so hard to find the perfect one who’s mature, on your same level. Someone fucks with her, I turn into the devil, impenetrable, like metal, shootin’ bullets down like pebbles. Save the girl who you know you can trust, to know a girl who truly has love, for you forever, and cares for you, always there for you, together, forever, there’s not a better feeling-- my heart she’s healing-- there’s not a better feeling. Believe me.

"Get Whacked" by B-LoW The Don. *Disclaimer: The violence portrayed in this music is designed to lessen violence by having a cathartic outlet for anger. The goal is to ease anger thru art-- & lessen violence- not glorify it. (Remastered) (Lyrics.) I am that reala dawg so I pull the trigga screaming “duck bitch!!”, so rest in peace forever, you want beef we’ll kill ya. Kill us never, bitch I’m rich- get stitched- this ain’t a diss! This a promise, we don’t give a fuck. Kill yo whole crew, I won’t miss now your time is up. You’re fucked out of luck, Chuck, shot him for being a disloyal liar, now the calendar becomes a reminder, 12/12 on my timer. But I had to give all yall boys a knife report, rather give me a murder charge than have yo boy on life support. No one can really fuck with this shit, when I arrive code duck! I’m army accurate, so ya shit out of luck. Unloading my shells like Tupac, life of a thug. They said we coming, so hide your money, buddy. Running away shoot em’ in the backs while they runnin’. You can’t fuck with this shit, we on another level, my connections made an accusal an acquittal. So stop this little kid shit, threaten me you’ll never be anything more than a bitch, my boys won’t miss the target, when we coin for the hit. I know hitmen, I ain’t lying, bitches dying! But he’s the one in hell fryin’, trying to kill me? No point, in trying. Should I hit him with the switch? Or the fists? Vests hard like metal, so give up now cos we are better forever- simply- than you and ya whole crew combined. I push hundreds and kilos, yall boys be buying dimes. You try to fuck with me? Same result, every time. I’m the dope man’s dope man, fuck with me? I got no idea, why cos he died. Give up while you can, cos you get toasted like wine. When I meet you, 9 shots, roasted from behind. Clock running out of time, they all want me to sign. But I ain’t gonna sign, I ain’t gonna sign, I’ma do mine. Shit, fuckin kill it every time anyway so- fuck it. So I’ll bulletproof the car, as I’m leaning to the side, his homie was riding shotty so I shot up his ride. Your skin bleachin’, by next weekend, in the sun like Tide. Beach wasn’t fun this time, so pay dues and get- fucked! Die slow, you lost hope! I’m tokin’, chokin’ on smoke--- you croaking, you choking on rope! We ain’t no joke! I’m laughing at your absence, shit happens. Die slow, lose hope! B-low won’t miss-- tracks addictive, like dope!! Turned him into a smore, so now his homies don’t want no beef no more. Jeffrey Dauhmer his ass, ain’t got no feet no more. [Fuck with me, ya shit out of luck. When will you haters realize you just can’t fuck with us? Horrific, prolific scaring all ya homies so give it up.] I’m eating beef, cos I’m hungry, same way I get the money, got problems buddy? Threaten me, act nutty. Blast em’, so now he’s nothin’. Hit im’ where it ain’t sunny. Cos I’m dirty… Thirsty… For this beef, blood spillen’ like water, forming piles. Try to kill me? Not worth, while. I’m smoking something: haze, bubba, diesel, chisel, skunkin’- you smokin’ nothing. Except a bullet, momentarily, now yo ass in a mortuary. Anvil for the body, ocean dumping. Rather have him alive so I can make him die, myself. Psychologically torturous-- so they give up the fight, we the realest like Vikings. Despicable actions, buds ripening, but beef- tried to attack us- so his life subtracted and I’m ecstatic-- all his boys all panicked, bullets burn like nuclear static. Like thunder… I made you a body count so I guess I made your name a number.. You shudder to think targeting ya homies and the others. Killed her boyfriend in front of her but she loved him. But he tried to kill me, so I willed me, to defend myself. Now he’s done. I had fists he had a gun--- charged him, he couldn’t run. Bitch!! I cover 10 feet in less than 2 seconds. Give up now or learn your lesson. He choked, no one knows his name now. As I add fame to the game. [Fuck with me, ya shit out of luck. When will you haters realize you just can’t fuck with us? Horrific, prolific scaring all ya homies so give it up.] Think you can fuck with us? A fable, a mistake. Fuck with me get wrapped up in a crate, some things are just fate. Throw him on the table, with the duct tape and the anvil for the bottom of the lake! See, this is real shit, you understand- you feel this? I create, you erase, you fake dawg, I’m great, get it straight, mixed strains in the plate, make yo body change shape. Who’s winning the battle? Make no mistake, no debate. Hell awaits, for yo fakes so stay in place! 100 million dollar estate, so kidnap yo ass out of state. Some of these homies trying to complicate the game. Get this money-- so fuck the fame. Nothing can stop me! Gun to the head… Pleading, screaming, please!! On his knees!! But I let him go alive this time-- so he can tell all his homies about ME. A scary muthafucka- like Halloween- so you just can’t fuck with this shit, you know what I mean? I’m it, yo, and all yall homies can’t fuck with this shit. On some amateur joke, can’t even tell which is which. From the semi or the auto or the pistol from the switch. Ain’t know a god damn thing about attachments on the barrel so I’ll make ya death so brutal it becomes famous like Will Ferrell. Boy it’s all yo fault, so no chance of a pulse. So, yo crew the whole reason yo whole conglomerate got popped. Taste of battle action... Put his ass in the casket. His money just a fraction, yo boy was a distraction. Addition by subtraction. My fans bump’n this beat, rip ya off the streets if you want beef, turn into a thief. 5 shots won’t live like Veli, Tupac rest in peace, I’m at war for peace. For justice. Killing you for good. Death, you can trust this. Bullet outbreak, his body shake, fall back, get trapped. Tap ya boy off the streets, if ya want beef get whacked. And trust me, that’s a fact. *Disclaimer: The violence portrayed in this music is designed to lessen violence by having a cathartic outlet for anger. The goal is to ease anger thru art-- & lessen violence- not glorify it.

7.) "Married To MaryJane" by B-Low The Don. ***LEAKED*** WITH **LYRICS** **FREESTYLE** (****HOTTEST WEED SONG OF THE DECADE**) Free download via Google drive. Inspired by "Blaze it" by Bone Thugs & Harmony (RESPECT & LOVE BROTHERS !!!) FREE INSTRUMENTAL/REMIX IS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF: Lucky Lou (of YouTube) THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT!! (Extended) (ALL LYRICS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF B LOW ENT.) MADE, RECORDED & MIXED ALL LYRICS/SOUND EFFECTS SOLELY BY B-LoW SIMPLY WITH AUDACITY PC SOFTWARE & A MICROPHONE (B-LoW OWNS ALL INTELLECTUAL RIGHTS TO ALL RECORDED SOUNDS [EXCEPT INSTRUMENTAL]) (NOT STUDIO QUALITY JUDGE THE CONTENT & VIBE NOT THE MEDIUM. SOUNDS FKN SAME IN A CAR TRUST ME. BUMP N YO CAR !!!!!PLAY NEXT 420!!! ERRR DAy, mattaFACTY!!) ;)
(LYRICS): We smokin budsZZz, we share’n love, we ona nother level. Flying like a dove, another levelll. Marijuana, all I wanna wanna wannna take you to Tijuana, new fauna, smoking in a sauna. Wrapping round my buds like a piranha sting holy like the Dalai Lama, say’n a lot of shit- like Barack Obama. Smashin’ a pinata, it’s 420, kushed nonstop, for hours, smokin’ blunts, ending trauma, no more drama, jokin like yo mama. New money, new life like futurama, its karma. You smoke some, you get it, you sell low, I sell it- high- you get it how you get it, forget it. I swear there’s no other way to find my peace, I did it for me, I know she’ll always be there, can always count on MaryJane to be there, oh MaryJane take away the pain I know the game insane, no one to blame, untamed, he say you lame mane, he say you lame, no point in calling names, no point in calling names. Cos we on tier 11, with the purple haze, so let’s get it together and light it up okay? We blessed to smoke something, some of em smoking nothin, but if you smoke that something then you lovin’ show that lovin’ if you push them then you shove em’ and you get them and you love them, anyone would love em’, with they wouldn’t want to touch em. Such good bud you get high by touching , bud so good you get high by touchin’ em. Such good bud you can always be lovin’ it, such good bud they never be shoving it down you throat I be choaking and token on that smoke anyway. Anyways, I gotta know- everyone’s gotta know I don’t give a fuck, smoke drifts towards your picnic while you’re having lunch. It’s, legal. So spread some love I have my dimes, my pounds, my ounces so cheap. So I don’t want to talk no beef or no animosity, clients hit’n me up every week, let’s all get along g- all humanity- turning frowns upside down; no downtown brown frown.. The frowns upside down, when arriving to town occurs, crazy with these nouns and verbs- absurd, I make love with MaryJane every day all day- no need for words. [The medical marijuana, the medical marijuana, MaryJane I found ya, MaryJane I want ya] I can’t believe these days, I’m feeling no pain, we woke up this morning I’m tokin’ n rolled it up, broke it down and blazed, I’m crazed, it’s fucking insane, because I know my way around the states, MaryJane no passport, so fuck the hate. Anyways you boys be smokin’ on piff- we be smokin’ on haze. So let’s get together boys, come along and girls, and boys, hit me up, and blaze N all dat and stay with me for awhile, smoke’n piles of purple kush smokin’ a lot piles of pot so I call it POP and I know you would, blaze it up, toke it up, smoke it up good. So you better blaze it up or it’s not good. You better blaze it up, or it’s not good. It brings us together it makes me better smoke my boys stop smokin’ never. Sticky, dankalicious, skunky, earthy, fruity, minty, frosty , aint no icky, un nutritious, funky, hurt me, fool me, shitty, moldy, mossy. Boy you lost me, at sticks and stems, just weigh the nugs out -- extra grams -- even if we ain’t friends. Cos we all gotta blaze, we all gotta blaze, we all people. Don’t be petty or feeble, always over the dot on the scale- cos I ain’t evil. Blaze, find a place of peace to lease escape the cage down Riest street, expel my rage-- just me. No pocket can fit a p, turn to k’s and then g’s. Smells like a skunk, grandaddy purple, literally purple, frosted trichomes, rollin the urkle, got a bunch I’m boss’n it, this my home, my own, get enough thc in me, arise on the throne like England. King of my own world, no more feelings, just existing, perfect peace, no resisting cos I got the percolated brand new piece. I’m cannabaking my car, so call it cannabis N not weed. Too much smoke, N not enough oxygen, guess I’ll have to grow more tree.

8.) LISTEN/DOWNLOAD FREE "Try Me" by B-LoW. (REDHOT-HARDCORE-RAP) Inspired by "Die Die Die" by Bone Thugs & Harmony (RESPECT & LOVE BROTHERS !!!) FREE "Die Die Die" -LIKE INSTRUMENTAL/REMIX IS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF: God Tutankhamun (of YouTube) THANK YOU FOR THE BEAT!! (Extended/modified) (ALL LYRICS FULL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF B LOW ENT.) MADE, RECORDED & MIXED ALL LYRICS/SOUND EFFECTS SOLELY BY B-LoW SIMPLY WITH AUDACITY PC SOFTWARE & A MICROPHONE (B-LoW OWNS ALL INTELLECTUAL RIGHTS TO ALL RECORDED SOUNDS [EXCEPT INSTRUMENTAL]) (NOT STUDIO QUALITY JUDGE THE CONTENT & VIBE NOT THE MEDIUM. SOUNDS FKN SAME IN A CAR TRUST ME. *Disclaimer: The violence portrayed in this music is designed to lessen violence by having a cathartic outlet for anger. The goal is to ease anger thru art-- & lessen violence- not glorify it.


(LYRICS): SCARY ASS G NOT SCARIER THAN ME, AS HE BEG AND PLEAD, ‘PLEASE!!!’- SCREAMING ‘DON’T HURT ME!!’ PROBLEM SOLVER, PROBLEM SOLVED. HIS CREW, THEY FLEE, START TO DIE, LOOK IN MY EYE TO SAY GOODBYE. NO MERCY. CAN’T YOU SEE IT’S UNFAIR FOR ALL YALL? ALL YALL HOMIES, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? SHITS NOT ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS. WANT BEEF? BRING THE KILLA OUTA ME, SITTIN’ CHILL AND COOL BUT THEN THE THRILL OF THE HIT, RED POOLS. IT’S ONLY FUN TIL SOMEONE’S EYES GET SHOT OUT, GOTA GUN YOU BETTER RUN NOW. GET APPALLED, SHOT FIVE-HOLE ROUTE, ENRAGED, INSANE, ESTRANGED; BULLETS GOING ON A RAMPAGE, FUELED BY THIS RAGE AND PAIN, ENLACED MY BRAIN, SO STAY IN PLACE. STAY AWAY, I’M COMING YOUR WAY, STEP UP THE PLATE, SWITCHIN’ LANES- WHILE WE BLAZE- WE’LL HIT EM UP, WHILE YOU DOWN. WATCHIN YA FUCKIN EYEBALLS FALL OUT- YOUR BRAIN-- BOY STEP UP TO THE GAME. BE A MAN, THIS MY PLAN, GET THIS CASH. AND I HOLLA THIS MY LAND. 100K NOTHIN’ TO MY STASH. FIND SOMETHING, LARGER THAN MOST, AIMING AT THEY DOMES. DON’T GIVE ME THAT KID SHIT, I WON’T MISS, B-LOW MORE ACCURATE, DIE SLOW. DON’T LIKE KILLIN QUICK, SEE HIM NO’ MO. WHEN YOU BRAINS AND BLOOD, MIX WITH MY SPIT, ONCE A KILLER ALWAYS A KILLA, BITCH WATCH YOUR BACK, HIT EM TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT, BEHIND YA- NO ONE ELSE LEFT, BEAT EM ON THE GROUND, NO COPS COMIN’ TO SAVE YO ASS. NO BODY FOUND, SO I ERASED YOU. BITCH, I REALIZED I CREATED YOU, AND HUNTED YOU, AND PUNCHED YOU, AND PUNTED YOU DOWN- SO NOW, I DESTROYED THEM- KILL’N THEM AND THEY BOYS RUNNIN’. YOU SEE, I’M A MYSTERY, STRAIGHT BALLA, BUT RUTHLESS HISTORY. KEEP BUSY, G. NO MORE SHOES, NO MO’ FEET. BUT I KEEP DISCREET, SMOKIN’ DOPE WHILE HIS BRAINS BLEED. THIS MY FEED, THIS MY LIST, CROSSIN’ X’S AND O’S BEFORE MY SHORT TRIP, HE SAY HE NEEDA CHANGE OF SCENERY, SHITS ALL THE SAME. DON’T WORRY, WE’LL LEAVE YOU DUST TO DUST, NO MO PAIN- LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES- AND FOREVER REMEMBER WHAT I SAY. [CHORUS: FUCKA, WE STRAIGHT KILLAZ, FUCK WITH US, WE’LL KILL YA. STRAIGHT BALLA, SHOT CALLA, TURNIN MILLIONS INTO BILLIONS FUCKA, WE STRAIGHT KILLAZ, FUCK WITH US, WE’LL KILL YA. STRAIGHT BALLA, SHOT CALLA, TURNIN MILLIONS INTO BILLIONS] GOT PAID, SO WE MADE HIM GO AWAY, MULTI-MILLION DOLLA, TOTAL THRILLA, HUNDRED MILLA DANK KILLA, FURILA. HUNDRED DOLLA BILLA, COS I AIN’T NO VANILLA, TRUST MY BOYS- NO MATILDA- FIT YO BOYS UP WITH DEATH; WASN’T AVAILABLE FOR COMMENT BECAUSE NOTHING ELSE LEFT. SMOKIN P’S, ONLY THE BEST-- ENDLESSLY TOKIN, BITCHES DYIN’ COS TRIGGA FINGA NEVA CHOKIN. TWO SHOTS TO HIS HOMIES CHEST, HIS BOY SAID HE’S HEARTBROKEN, WHOS NEXT? HIS DUMBASS HOMIES, FAILED HUSTLIN ONA DUMBELL, ONLY HIS THUMB LEFT OF HIS BODY- SO FOREVER CALL HIMA THUMBNAIL. THE GAME MOANIN’ COS I’M BONIN’, ALL ALONE’N NOTHING CAN STOP ME, BOYS TELLING ME TO SLOW DOWN- WHO SHOT YA? ERBODY KNOWIN.. BULLETS BE CLOSE, C4 BE THROWIN’. BREAK IN AT 4 AM SO NOW HE KNOWS HE’S GOING. YOUR BODY NOW FOREVER RESTS. I ENJOY THE TEST, BRING YOUR BEST, I’LL BRING MY BEST. I LOVE THE SATISFACTION, OF YOUR ENTRAPMENT- YES- NOW MY ENCAMPMENT, CIVIL WAR REENACTMENT. SHELLS BE LOOSE, DAMPENED, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? THESE STREETS MY WOMB, GET ENTOMBED BECAUSE THIS WOMB FASTER, MY BOYS IS CONSUMIN’ SHROOMS. YOU BE TRIPPIN’ DRIPPIN’ BLOOD—YOUNG-- MUCH TOO SOON! FOREVER YOUNG BITCH, SKULLS BE BASHIN, FROM BATTLE ACTION, PRESS RELEASE RETRACTING, WOULDN’T WANT TO HURT YOU UNLESS YOU GET IT TWISTED. [BITCH WE TELL’N THE TRUTH—WE AIN’T ACT’N!] [CHORUS: FUCKA, WE STRAIGHT KILLAZ, FUCK WITH US, WE’LL KILL YA. STRAIGHT BALLA, SHOT CALLA, TURNIN MILLIONS INTO BILLIONS FUCKA, WE STRAIGHT KILLAZ, FUCK WITH US, WE’LL KILL YA. STRAIGHT BALLA, SHOT CALLA, TURNIN MILLIONS INTO BILLIONS] DON’T WANT TO END UP ON THE LIST, FOR THE HIT, WE WONT MISS-- DAWG YOU GET, GET BLITZED- YOU THINK I GIVE A SHIT? YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, BITCH? ACTION ENACTION WITH PASSION, TOO FASTN, I’M LOSING TRACTION, 30 FEET AWAY, I BLAST HIM- NOT EVEN SNIPIN’ YOU WOULDN’T LIKE ME. WANT BEEF? GET FUCKED. WATCHIN YO EVERY MOVE- YOU THINK YOU MIGHT WIN--- BUT IT’S IMPOSSIBLE--- FOR ME, TO LOSE. DON’T BE ASHIN, HE WANTED TO SMOKE SO I BLASTED HIM, DECKED OUT KILLIN’ IN FASHION, SHOES MATCHIN’, DEAD- BUT NO PERMISSION- NEVER ASKEDD HIM; ALWAYS A KILLA WALKIN’ PAST EM’, IN THE GROCERY STORE, DAMN HIM! DAMN THEM! DAMN EM’ ALL TO HELL! WITH THE ACCOMPANIMENT OF MY LUCKY SHELLS, NEVER DISBANDED, NOW HE VANISHED- GAVE EACH BULLET A QUICK KISS BEFORE THEY LANDED. HE WANTED INSURANCE THAT DOESN’T COST HIM AN ARM AND A LEG. SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! COS ALL YALL HOMIES STANDIN’ ON PEGS ..LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY.. STAY ALIVE, HE BEGGED, SO LET HIM GO, AS HE RAN- BUT BULLETS FROM BEHIND LAND-- COS I HAD OTHA PLANS!!! SO WATCH ME, ALLOW ME TO SERVE YOU, UNNERVING YOU, PAY DUES END IN FUMES. [ASH TO ASH] “LETS BLAZE!” SEE HIS ASS NOWHERE NOWADAYS!! YOU DON’T WANT TO FUCK WITH US--- TRUST US! CAN’T DIE, CAN’T FIND ME, NO LIE BITCH-- TRY ME.