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Got Your Back

Drama

Fuck a Mixtape

ain't gon' be in there with me at night
The pieces to my puzzle's in my life
With all of my good days and all of my bad
You stood by your man and you know

again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold

given me a rose
Gotta know which one to choose
Man, I thought this life was easy
Thought it'd be a cruise
What the heck am I doin?
What I'm tryna prove?

Soul by the Pound

Common Sense

Can I Borrow a Dollar?

1992

"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you

it, and feeling copacetic
And yeah we need that medical "Ayo my man I need a medic!"
Yo Shreve you gotta edit, all those are too acidic
I said you

With the citronella

So if I ain't tell ya
Flight for 
The stellar,

Do so
And bring it,
Acapella

"What if I" 

Gotta count your blessings
A wise man

Yeah
What we doing today
I'm just the
Author of a flow so poetic
It could probably go gold with no edits
But I set a goal to go get it
Motivated by

guala (uh)
I just wanna stack my guala (yeah)

No I ain't kidding
Ya boy on a mission to make it by spitting
Man fuck a tuition
Got too much ambition
For

switches off we hit the road cause that's a bid
Niggas cappin round this bitch we stitching Shit up just like lids
Camera man was scared to shoot my vid we

on man?
How you bumping knowing you don’t sound good in my stereo
How you MR RADIO but never on the (radio?)
Yo understand I began on the low, but I’ll be

own 
You ain't gotta man
I'm tryna figure out what's wrong
I don't understand 
They gon have to take the loss 
While I get the win 

So roll the trees

them no go take pas my turf 
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest 
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers 
I

Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live

Yo, I got water to tread
To build a legacy with legs
Clock radio sings, I'm out the bed
Pop living is

to share my perffect world
gotta find them on the block searching for that good ma
take to her to the club with me and v.i.p. we poppin by
shoe fan lets know

at my L's but applaud my winnings
Cah man ah W man I aint gotta do shit I'll pay a man to trouble you man
Man, ah boss so I'm staying in the W man
Its 5

sad because you curled
Makes me wonder - how you're livin' day by day
False perceptions and illusions are still keeping you astray
Took up smoking and I

on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can’t think about Monday, yeah
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Every year that passes by
I seem to have less time

Racing to the red lights
Reminiscing past life
Breaking my back nine to fiving my life away
Man I'm feigning good times
Party under moonlight
I guess

We Do This

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

sing my rhyme
About them same three bitches that fucked me good
Us niggas gotta do what the fuck we should when we want to 
I might pass it
So get

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

, people are a trip, man

Put everybody down about what's up with that

Yo word, man i gotta let em know i gotta

Bust this

I used to know this girl
By

wrote that
Only real... know that
And a... Still tryna hold back...
Sometimes man you gotta hold that
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow

comes at your fast but I just let it 

We don’t follow no crowd man we trend set it. 

Wait for the finished product cos it’s just the first edit 

Came

One night I sat awake staring out the window
trying to catch a glimpse of old Saint Nick
It was December 24 1993
Milk and cookies by the Christmas