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Okay, I need an album cover, who trying to get paid

I got some raid for who buggin, who trying to get sprayed
Five tabs, but I ain't trying to sell

and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin', these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically

Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that

back, making music, selling albums
No more cooking crack

We was in a bando, 95 Fahrenheit, them nosy Ass people in your business, call them Parasites
My

Yo, I got a playa to win, I pack em in When I see my homies, it's a vibe like what's
happening It's a late night with the rest of voice
Yo I gotta

of change it
Instead of casting out
Can we embrace it
Your not defined
By your placement
Cause I made a classic album up in my basement
I gotta go
I need

what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been

I was stressed
See I always gave my best 
With the flows rhyme scheme you know all of these things 
They tried to play me like me like a trumpet 
Now

doesn't work
You want me on your album well at least it's about a k a verse
I don't do it for fun i do it for real over the years i developed a skill

pound of crack to feens
Guess the dream ain't as clean as it seems
Bong hit me back
Shout out Max, he the man cause he pack
He stay strapped like a dyke

and my sons, its the family
We just tryna get better, you nigga tryna be bitter
Nah mean
We out here and we hurting yall
We hurting yall son
Best believe

scrubbing the ground
Finna eat her like pasta, steak or the lobster
Shooting my kids on her gown
We get the pack by the pound
Yeah we the baddest around
We

Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with

on potential
Can’t only measure success by low benches
My sense the process shows best where you go next
Focus on no man hold self to the code set no less

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Nigga, I ain't fake!

Before this rap shit
I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards
Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress
Fuck

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

freak out
My last album dropped to deep south
Why does no one like my shit? wow
Ya'll just tryna fuck with me now but the bad guy's back with a beat down

but I never tapped out
Found myself in a trap house, started moving them packs out
I ain't no capper but I had that bitch open just like a frat house

yo I spit nice so hit
Twice got another gonna get right
You I been tight
I make about double platinums for my
Album got about 10 mics
Nigga I'm

who want it 'round here, right?
I just swerve around, swerve around it

Let me guess, aye, you up next, you the best
Why? Wanna give me props 'cause you