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Albums:

Find Your Own Way Home (REO Speedwagon) · Find Your Own Way Home [CD/DVD] [Bonus Tracks] (REO Speedwagon) · Find Your Way (Gabrielle) · Find Your Way (Nelson Rangell) · Find Your Way (Little Mouse) · Find Your Way (RĂ³bert Lakatos) · Find Your Own Way Home [Bonus Tracks] (REO Speedwagon) · Mojo Club Presents Dancefloor Jazz, Vol. 7: Give Me Your Love (Marvin Gaye) · Mojo Club Presents Dancefloor Jazz, Vol. 5: Sunshine of Your Love (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Find a Way [UK] (A Tribe Called Quest) – and 90 other albums »


pathway to see
Weighted eyes close and blood pressure rises
I'm traveling where this slumber leads
Into dark, crawl inside your mind
To worlds hidden by
page
I'd rather leave them hoes bleeding from they ski masks
Then find a P caught up in a fucking bodybag
And most these hoes ain't nothing but sluts
Yo the saga begins beget war 
I draw first blood be the first to set it off 
My cause tap all jaws lay down laws 
We takin what's yours we do
Yo the saga begins beget war 
I draw first blood be the first to set it off 
My cause tap all jaws lay down laws 
We takin what's yours we do
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
this straight and fix your face.
I ain't gotta sell millions. I'm in the buildins
With poppy comin through with them bricks by eight.
Listen cocksucker
got my back I got yours son
It's the mc eiht and soul brother number one

Loving the way it sounds already
Eiht found the flow the soul brother's rock
them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson, 

Grant, Ben Franklins 

find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin,
like their really that strong
You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs
P that nigga that will break your jaw
You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it

(Verse One)
y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms
Fuck carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron
my niggas (day in and day out)
Got into shit to get figgas and couldn`t find a way out
(Them Old Timerz in the hood)
They understand why we were
the topic, we talkin' bout cash
Fuckin' with mines will be, much more than your ass
So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell
This dirt
mines'll be, much more than your ass
So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell
This dirt underneath my fingernails speak for itself
I be the same
revolt 
From feeling that they gotta take
All the weight so we go to war 
To find another way
Intercept opposite forces 
Entering our sick vicinity
are you to look at me with your eyes like that
Wisen up young blood, before you make things escalate
And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find

(Niggas) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big
the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at?
the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds gettin found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep
never put your faith in the bitch
See I hang with a bunch of grave yard villians
Nigga robbin' sprees we stealin'
Choppin' keys with drug dealers
don't serve nobody but off V.L
Cause they play for keeps
A one way ticket to hizell
Six feet deep
It's a filthy dirty rizell
On the U.P.T
I was raised in
style
static never had any so I'm packin a black
automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay
down on wax,
Your Love" will be my slugs wit blood
For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang
Find yourself in the river with the rest of them
Wake up, wake
or a blood line
For those who love nines
We don't stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto business