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to feed my team and an a elephant 

(Beat plays)

You see the hand that feed me 
I could never bite that GG 

Me rub a lamp for a genie 
And say from

an opp out, draw down, lift him up, huh?
They say I'm too famous to be ridin' by myself
I'm a real street nigga, man, I don't give a fuck
I'm on fire

The President/Wishy washy
About the money like Ted Debiase
One man band don't need a Posse
Independant like Paparazzi 
My flow got torque like maserati
Hoes gonna twerk

down
Put a muzzle on my dog so he won't make a sound
My shit a hard head straight hollows put a deer in the ground
This shit can bark and it can bite so

sittin' on it
This Oxy' got me high
It's so hard to be honest

I'm gon bust it down (Up)
Everything I need, I want to get it now
That shit hurt, you not so

One More Gen

E-40

The Element of Surprise

1998

Strictly mobb, strictly mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but shit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite

grew up to get money and all
The kids look up to me
Walkin' down a dark road
It's hard to get some fuckin' light
In my hood it's fuckin' wrong
It's hard

No
Open the box... I worked hard on that
Hey... relax. I care about you. You're important to me. Now open the box
WOOOH

Now I lay me down to sleep, I

me go
Ayayayaya, baby, don't let me go
Ayayayaya, baby, don't let me go

Do you wanna take a bite from me? (No, no, no, no)
Been bit by the enemy (For

Fell hard and broke
To the dreaming of the night
It's all I can do
To watch it all run by
And I cheer them along
With a pocket of regrets
Just keep

, intellectually, why Grandmaster Flash was art
Why Run-D.M.C. was art, why Whodini was art in music
You could break it down intellectually, okay? 
But it's hard

tell her hold it down
You aint gotta wait for me when I'm not around
Bitches call my phone they learn the hard way

I pull up no roof no roof, but thats

Represent

Show & A.G.

Jackpot

2003

a drive-by.
Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's never safe around
The midnight phantom.
They predicted I'm-a fall,
They must be down with Michael

Final Round

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Chorus
It’s the final round (3X)
Final boss final showdown

Verse one: xzibit

(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic

Serious Rap Shit

Guru

Livin' Proof

1995

out with the dope that I sling,
And you can't touch it when I'm goin off.
And crazy shouts to my niggaz up north.
Although you're locked down you're

I'm living this plan out
All of my colleagues just told me to pipe down
Dead dream won't help you hold life down
I wasn't happy I told myself bite down

that won't back down
Mindless scars left by this pen
Doubting every single sound
Brown notes thrown out leaving only grey
Now those loud no's screaming

this bitch (She do)
And my buzz was dead I just got a revival in this bitch
And I'm going out like Fif because I'm dying to get rich
And by that I mean

All Gone to Hell

Motörhead

Sacrifice

1995

breathe,
Feel the bite, feel the bite, no-one wi" believe,
By your side, by your side,
Beware of shadows now,
Kiss your bride, kiss the bride,
Seal your

and greenery
Hot tea, flea bites
Usual scenery
Smoke clouds, laugh loud
Talk quietly
Proud of ourselves
For surviving Saturdee
And creasing so hard
When Bailey

even worse when she left him with his uncle
His name was Ted he was violent if Ron pissed him off he would get pummeled
It was a struggle
And he was only

Lost

Let me tell you one thing
On the mic I'm Ted Bundy
I murder with my ink 
Hate under my dermis
Cause everyone think they're above me 
I'm a,

head
Sit down have a talk of Ted
Anxiety fill my vision wit the red
Society kills any reddit thread
In bf1 jump on the medic bed
Make sure my momma fed