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I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman [2] (Britney Spears) · I'm Not a Girl Not Yet a Woman (Britney Spears) · & Yet & Yet (Do Make Say Think) · & Yet & Yet (Do Make Say Think) · Been There Ain't Done Yet (The Sensational Epics) · Already Not Yet (Citizens) · Not Dead Yet (Torment) · I'm Not Through Loving You Yet (Conway Twitty) · I'm Not Through Loving You Yet [2006] (Conway Twitty) · Not Over You Yet [Germany Vinyl Single] (Diana Ross) – and 90 other albums »


sessions
Now I'm a social pest but not yet willing
To put my laws to rest till I'm done filling these holes

I'll bet I know what you like
At least
me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones to my brother, may his soul rest
retaliation is a must fool (huh)
some niggas don't play by no
ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created
And this week's the trend
Was to not wake up till 3 p.m.
I picked the few conscious hours that I chose to spend
And slept away the rest of them
You lose both sides of the coin
So me I play the hood baby
Not in the
Mama got a little church I could join
But I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
lose both sides of the coin
So me, I play the hood, baby
Not in the
Mama got a little church I could join
But I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I
and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day
the hood baby not in the groin
Mama got a little church I could join but I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I could join but I didn't go yet

Cool with
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
to throw some shots out? 
Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool 
Ay, but ain't this a freestyle? 
Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause
You lose both sides of the coin
So me I play the hood baby
Not in the
Mama got a little church I could join
But I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I
"Yeah, they talkin about rap." 
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about. 
It's not about college or what you read in
interactive; go open carsnatchin'.
CoFlow, by all means necessary, packin' rhymes is automatic.
Check the barrel circumference; who done it?  Confirm it;
Don't try to test any of the Schnikens
Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'
The beatin' and the lickin'

Ring the alarm, another sound is dying,
weed
That you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as tac hotter than
Riding through a dessert on a camel back, 
I done bin riding through wherever with
the brotherhood
In the beginning, yet you never could
Listen
Ain't that kept undercover another one cause I got
Six got hung by the beast
Looking for the golden
remember that shorty 

She was not nineteen 
Word! Yes she is she nineteen 
N**** I followed her to school that's how I know 
N**** I followed her
Gangster of love


I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
muthafucka were you at
Dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from tha set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze
Bitch get paid
Wait for that
like my brother master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we
a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude
this is not simply just to downplay wishes
made by emcees who found they status
do what you do to live life lavish
have this
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's
my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it
Rollin' uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'

Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get takin'
Paper is burn
They come