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Bitch Bitch Bitch (Rudiments) · Bitch Bitch Bitch (Rudiments) · In the Midst of This (Expatriate) · In the Midst of This (Expatriate) · In the Midst of Miracles (Alex Kallao) · In the Midst of Life We Are In Death (Cerekloth) · In the Midst (Shelly Wilson) · In the Midst of This (Expatriate) · In the Midst of Bloodied Soil (With Passion) · In the Midst of This (Expatriate) – and 90 other albums »


our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one 

Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
home
I call collect get me a 38, now bitch is on
9 millimeter, baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit the stroll with
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
that seven year itch been and put you in a ditch
And you're gonna blow your brains out

Never saw her cheatin'
All you heard was your own poor heart
Yeah  play times over mutha phuckaz  
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect. 
You know what I'm saying? 
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime,
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
and realistically (Who is God?)

In eternal blackness, in the midst of the darkest night
Proteins and minerals, exist within specks of light
Solids liquids
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
picked up his pen
Ninety nine years in the Folsom pen
Ninety nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget today I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas

Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas

Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
What, nigga, Black [censored] Fam
Y'all don't fuckin want it, you heard
Listen up

Bitch either ride or collide with me, this side right
You
make me say "damn! I wanna kill sam"

"I'm comin!"

Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by
up

"One two three four five six seven eight nine"
"TEN"

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me
Yeah  play times over mutha phuckaz  
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect. 
You know what I'm saying? 
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
pan, fuck yo' man
He don't want it with us killas
With E-40 Skrilla, for real-a

[Doc Doom]
Bottle for the Wu years and I'ma hit the flow after
a left and a right
And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.

Chasing his mother through the house
Come here bitch
Continuing
?)
All the cars, V12 by the hood
Had the jets, had the strip, had the power, he was livin' that life
New whips every hour, it's a shame, in my hood
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh
Bitch-made niggas breakin'
Separate by segregation
Hatred they motivation
No relation in this congregation
Load weapons (B, pass me a clip!) trigger