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of the throat
Six feet under with no marker
Keep my name from your mouth forever

Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales
Your laughing finger
short, be after knowledge was brung
To your attention by the hardest muthafuking artist
That is know for lenching any sucker in a minute
Stagger 'em all
coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in the meantime,
Got no game for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, can't say shit to me
They could never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge
Got no game for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, can't say shit to me
They could never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tongue
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Got no game for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, can't say shit to me
They could never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tongue
on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost
tried, I'm the truth
Since Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still at it, after-mathematics
In the home of drive-bys
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
and commission 
I got it all figured out like Columbo 
I'll drop you like Dumbo 
Your album is weak, and so is your video 
Or should I say wackeo 
Your girl
on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost
On a basketball court still you try to rap
And even claim you got new styles but
Rolling your tongue`s been playe dout for a while
And you don`t sound fly so why
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
idolising you
From graffiti on trains too kids tattooing your name
What's next for heavens sake a shystie video game

Just kidding you're on the path
There so much live for
There for
Here's more from a woman
All woman
Keep the rumors
To Your
Self
The over blown
Home grown
Not known
Fools who
Niggas is thinkin' this shit is a game
Slip in a clip in the MAC
Clack, what's my name? Big Pun
Go for your guns, son
Let's get it on
My vest is
Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Album:  Blok Party Vol. 1
Song:   What Goes Around
Typed by: x2pacalypsehalx@hotmail.com *

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Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Album:  Blok Party Vol. 1
Song:   What Goes Around
Typed by: x2pacalypsehalx@hotmail.com *

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Certain sides of temptation start to sprout,
Wait I'm too clean for this leave me out
From those depths comes the part of me,
That's too fearless
shops 
Screamin they love the album, 
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop 
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong 
They
from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole
known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was
grabbed him by the coat

[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that

[ Slug ]