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Hes gone b
And voice and my beats ain't the best now
But ADI quit, AVI did too now
Said I should join em and quit now
But I be like now you gon quit

Hes gone b
And voice and my beats ain't the best now
But ADI quit, AVI did too now
Said I should join em and quit now
But I be like now you gon quit

work
Make her kneel like the clergy (damn)
Say Manik three times in the mirror
(Manik, Manik, Manik)
Then I appear
(Panic, panic, panic)
I'ma nightmare
I

(yuh)
Then we all coolin' (yuh)
By the oceanside (yeah, yeah)
Tight like the Goonies (ow, ow)
I can't switch up
Too much of a swisher
This where I'm good

on me
Always going hard, gotta make 'em believe
Blinded by money, like the only thing I see
They hating but asking for me
Hop on the beat, finna have me

And I'm pouring up this liquid by the fucking milliliter
I just got arrested by a cop
And I told him that my balls just dropped
Broke out of the cuff lit

[Intro]
Nigga
Bitch I’m the realest (Mane you already know what the business is)
This that real nigga shit (That 3-1-8 nigga, that Louisiana shit)

in this V6
Niggas did me wrong once before, I keep three sticks
Had to change a heart, oh my God, I don't need this
I been movin' ten toes thick on my

Okay, next up on BB3 Radio, we got a motherfuckin' Volume 3 from the BROKEBOY Saga, titled Limbo
but I doubt it's got anything to do with anything

to triple O three in a row so I win
Y'all just be ticking and tacking and my whole letterman jacket
Three sizes too fucking big
I'm Heisenberg to these

(If Swats on the beat then it's fucking up the streets)
Aye, big body, big bag and I'm a double it up
Big sticks, two chicks and they gon' slobber

on a beat
Stacking up the money that's an order one, two, three, four, five
Calm to a degree catch me heating that's a drive by

Bye bye momma
I never meant

say she want coco
She say she want kenkey
She say she want fufu
She say she want Parada
Shoes by Gucci
Dress by pendi
Bag by Louie
Aden okaas33 miy3

Ima swing by and pick up ya' hoe
Heart full of hate wear the hate on my arm
I'm from a place where you can't make it far
Don't need no bar to make top

Word on the beat, word on the beat
Three six nine shit, yeah
Y'all niggas don't know how we coming nigga
Back going stupid all year

Dropping

It was five years ago at the carnival
While I was pitching my tent
I was approached by a carnie girl
And oh, she seemed Heaven sent
Her eyes were

mind?
No diggedy - Das EFX we rip it e'rytime
*repeat*

Verse 1: Dray, Books

Yo yo
Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin

the FaceTime, low-key like the bassline
Got smoke and I keep rollin' up
Yeah, I keep rollin' up
Keep gettin' high, beats gettin' low, we gettin' by
I can't

them old tags on the wall
Names at half mast
Cast in a lawless black scrawl
Mere bylines at twilight beginning of
Getting a die right on
In three

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

out to bash, beats and, drop snares
Crush tables and smash up chairs, YEAH
So consider me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve

Feelin' Alright

Jungle Brothers

Done by the Forces of Nature

1989

[Afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and..
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
?? got my

Memories Live

Talib Kweli

Reflection Eternal

2000

the first time I saw krs live, rockin' it
I heard resurrection by common sense
Dominant in my psyche
I chose my direction like spike lee
To speak my life

Dirty Beats

Reprazent

In the Møde

2000

Chorus Coming down new sound
Should be thankful
Dirty riffs Dirty beats Dirty samples
Sell out show take the money
Then we cancel

playin' WiiFit
Get popped like three zit's then
Shot like three flicks
And my kicks Asian like Kimora Lee's tit's
Yeah tell the waiter she can order me this