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biting's never condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones

We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second batter Ras Kass
shooting)
We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses

I got a Jones for a hit, so I'm swerving the block
On 4th Ave 'cause I
to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1/16
Mean, my career's been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does
I can see your face upon the windshield as I'm rollin' through the night
You're sittin' by a fire with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you tight
This
gotta face responsibility one day, my brother 
So gather up your pity and turn it to ambition 
And put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side
gotta face responsibility one day, my brother 
So gather up your pity and turn it to ambition 
And put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch

Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch

Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop
memorable

It was half a second and I was halfway down
Do you think I wanted to turn back around
And teach a class
Where you kiss the ass that I've exposed
(Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy
and Jheri curls
Runnin' around town with the flyest girls
Ain't no place like home, nigga that I can call my own

Smokin' dove sacks and quarter pounds
Let's start the year off right man 
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa

Up and now
you're shoppin
Their girl's not around, so they're goin hoe-hoppin
>From one girl to another
You turn your head for a minute, he's tryin to kick it to your
[ Hell Razah ] 
Your not promised tomorrow
 ( You know what I'm sayin )
We are livin by the bottle
 ( The pages of life turn every day )
Be careful
Your not promised tommorrow
(You know what I'm sayin)
We are livin by the bottle
(The pages of life turn every day)
Be careful what you follow
Heavens to Merkatroid, we've come with another new song
(Sing-a-long!) Ha (Tic!) Tica-tica-toc
(Who's that?) Coming around the block (Leaders of the New!)
[Esoteric]
My blows landed, those they froze stranded
Most by most branded, for life I'm precise
These so-called perfectionists must have no
up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this ?
Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn
just passing through
You know I'd like to stop and chat but I'm just passing through

I'm on my way back to Louis Avenue
Inside Brooklyn the b-boy
The floor is wondering will I ever got to go on tours
But then I stare plickeded I just kick wicked flows
And where will it stop? Nobody knows
I'm straight
high, light it all at the same time 
Stop holdin, (hold it up) babe its your turn to roll it 
I used to spend time outside with my dime 
She be,
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, aiyyo, you got chronic? You got yours, I got mines
Lets get real high, light it all at the same time
Stop holdin, (hold it up) babe its
gone 
But I bet you never thought 
We'd be together for so long 
So you turn around and look at you now 
You like our songs 
(Ooh, yeah) 

You don't know
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn’t stop survivor’s guilt
Going back and forth trying