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grind
But I'll respond three rappers at the same damn time

I rock Gucci I rock Bally a the same damn time (Let's go)
On the phone cooking dope
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
ain't too many happy n****z in it
And I'll admit it, this life is f***ed up but yo..
(but yo..) this life is the only life I know {*echoes}

[Nas]
niggas in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo,
(But yo) this life is the only life I know 

Gold bathtubs, making love to my Queen
Get
Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes,
and it's starting to worry me.
I ain't ready for no family ties,
nobody's gonna hurry me.
Just keep
Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes,
and it's starting to worry me.
I ain't ready for no family ties,
nobody's gonna hurry me.
Just keep
Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes,
and it's starting to worry me.
I ain't ready for no family ties,
nobody's gonna hurry me.
Just keep
Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes,
and it's starting to worry me.
I ain't ready for no family ties,
nobody's gonna hurry me.
Just keep
Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes,
and it's starting to worry me.
I ain't ready for no family ties,
nobody's gonna hurry me.
Just keep
the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah!
the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em s***tin' on all they b****es, ah!
Pushin' rhymes like weight, but sometimes its slow,
It's up and down like the Dow Jones, shit fluctuates 
But my real niggas still keep their stock in me,
Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes,
and it's starting to worry me.
I ain't ready for no family ties,
nobody's gonna hurry me.
Just keep
the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're
dream of anybody but me,
Nobody but me!

Though you may fly to Scottish Highland,
Or try some isle near Napoli,
When you're whistlin' "The Campbells
If I ruled the world, my family wouldn't fight
Everything in order, everybody all right

If the world was mine I'll still be grindin'
I'll flip big
to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant

Things are okay
to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant

Things are
to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

Things are
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
Whatever is mine is yours
Everything that you need I provide and more
It’s just something about you, I can not ignore
Everything that you do
I swear
dream of anybody but me,
Nobody but me!

Though you may fly to Scottish Highland,
Or try some isle near Napoli,
When you're whistlin' "The Campbells
time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine,
I cry at times I once contemplated suicide,
and woulda' tried but when I held that 9, all I