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Albums:

För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Plump DJs: Global Underground, Vol. 2 (Plump DJs) · For Girls Who Grow Plump in the Night (Caravan) · For Girls Who Grow Plump in the Night (Caravan) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Mosaic Select: Pendulum (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


you despise)
Envy this emcees magnitude (so realize)
The MC emceed (the DJ deejayed 'em)
Until the next time I keep you steppin' to the A.M.

Two
knives
And leave your arms gross like Forrest Whitekers eyes
Are you ready to die by this machette of mine?
It takes just one strive for your head
media machine
Getting this cream we new the A team
Got a Barakus for my shottas
Beretta in my opera's
Media trying and stop us
Like we Janet dancing
a selection played by RZA
Buildings crumbled 
Missiles and bullets whistled, the Earth rumbled 
Water filled tunnels quickly from both ends 
Chunks dropped
this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this

I be the street
this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this

I be
[Verse 3-Lil Wyte:]
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain
About to change the game
DJ Khaled!
We the best forever
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go

[Chorus]
I'm countin'
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
pure
(A carbon copy) That's right Rak it comes out so sloppy
(Plus for from crisp) So I leave you wit this

[Evidence]
Yo to me it don't matter how dope
nigga

The Black car the white collar covers all the bullet holes in the government yard
Try to hold on pray for the dawn but this time the nights are
pure
(A carbon copy) That's right Rak it comes out so sloppy
(Plus for from crisp) So I leave you wit this

[Evidence]
Yo to me it don't matter how dope
train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in
[Donte]
I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it
train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in
forget what goes up gotta come down

(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change 
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
to show his feelings

He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
bubble
In your belly
Bullets dipped in formaldehyde
So when they hit you
You embalmed and ready
To get carried
Buried up in your grave
Trust me, I'm
killin a bison
HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
(Ha!) See through
Chorus
Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up

(DJ Paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
The Three 6 show no love we quick
this bastard
Bitter be claiming broke but I be saying they pro-cras-ti-natin'
Settling for less, bet' be ready
When they roll up in your nest and, sink
Got, only so much time in this bastard 

Bitter be claimin' broke but I be sayin' they pro-cras-ti-natin 
Settlin' for less, bet' be ready 
When they
want to wet it 
Word up, got me ready to set it 
 
Seems I steps wit aggression 
To any bitch who think they nice in this profession 
What? what you
to open 
Got on the train we're car from car but not too far I started scopin'

Starin' at this bitch for a minute 
My man pulled out the mag, opened
you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants,