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The world is held together by the wind
That blows through Gena Rowland's hair

Through the window, the warm summer air does a two-step
I wish I could think
sunshine, in the summer time

Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand Lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up,
Any rapper could
Accepting the fate
We shall drift apart
And never meet again

The years gone by, approaching the final step
Will you be there by me?

Oh with wounded hearts
the summer time

Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up,
Any rapper could touched, any
ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
OK I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your ass like dirt
Behind
many peers, and shed so many tears

Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen
And f***
breathed your last breath heh death, death
Takes ya ’round the corner puts somethin' mad on ya
You’re lost without a clue, bitch, oh, by my voodoo
You
But it won’t be my last day (Uh)

Models by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin’ up some green
Blowin’ on a blue dream
My
make me laugh
Dummy, I am protected by forces beyond you
Think before you step before the rebel, silly mortal, you
Wearin Mother's tags, and you don't
And I call like it ain't been a while
That promise that I hold you down seem like a lyric from your favorite song
I'm not surprised if you step aside
Had a taste once and I can’t get enough
Mesmerized by the green in yo eyes
Takin it back by the swag in yo stry
I done got picked up by the love boat
stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm 
He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm 
Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.

The riffles of his sluicing-box
So now I step, rather walk with the pimp 
Lit by, my niggaz are at east point 
With that college park hemp smoke style 
Is how I want to end it
And I say what I want like an award show
I’m on some shit ain’t even come out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young
Who come to get you
None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he shine
the upper hand and still play by the book
The truth? It's always the last place you look. 
That's right here

(Iriscience)
Uh-oh. You feel that? That's
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
[Technique] 
By dawn's early light 
I shine brighter than the stars in the night 
And 'bout ready for a fight 
Come noon, I've consumed enough
many peers, and shed so many tears

Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck
fucking knot split
Grab the green from Al by showing him hot grits (no one)
Ain't nobody iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one is
[Intro]
In the year 2000...
 {M-O-P} still bangin
{Firing Squad!}
 {The last generation...}
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All right let me brake it down
I makes green backs of mean tracks  

it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars 

and green stack 2 storeys high 

I wouldn't want to die
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
in a tall glass,
is lunacy, madness, and I ain't on no badness
But in this point in time I can't take no backward steps (Uh-uh)
I like crisp, green