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not black
I can't tell by your complexion, you Mexican
And you're gettin' better, but you still kinda Suck ass at rappin'

You need to go take a nap

pinky ring
Come and get the cuffs up off your bitch, she into kinky things
(Fuck that bitch) ayy, tell a bitch to leave me be
Why you rollin' reggie?

the interstate
Straps all in my closest it look like the NRA
And I just came back to collect
I want it in cash or a check
The industry blocking me out
That's why

nightly
They often hate and spite me
I pledge to live, i'm godly
Even when they indict me
Release and free the godly
I work a different angle, not a Star

channel radio all the way from Chicago
Set my young soul free
Del Shannon, Johnny Cash
Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, the Clash
Whispered just to me

Laying

majesty/no pageantry, just accuracy, I promise I can't rap for free/the way I run threw all them hoes(holes) they call me barry/by the way I spin off of them

was pushin' dimes
Searchin for a jail cell
Exposure sealed in overtime
Left me cold lonely by the age I was two
Being punished for the things that would

bitched 
And you talk about licks 
But is that you man i want know if your in control

Got the cash in the bag 
And the weed for the smoke 
Got a flask

come wit too many problems
Got me singing like I’m roddy
Gone have em rollin when I rock em
Free my slimes Free my slimes
I wish I had the dime
My

control like Gappetto, paving roads never settle, streams of cash I got several, scooping broads in my vessel, we rollin tight like a pretzel, I’m Mr. Big

that's standard
Keep it steady, haffi rise my balance (listen, look)
Gettin' gyal and cash ain't gara (gara)
So stick to the grind's what I told my bro

man
He left sum cash in his jacket das free bands
He want it back shoot tha gat wit my weak hand
She throwin ass on my dick onna weekends
She kno wen i

back out when I black out
I get sicker than a mad cow
We can beef for free or we can beef for cash now
Beef or cash – cash cow
You never heard of me?

Please don't test my temper
I don't really wanna have to take it there
Catch a free ride to that hospital and
You'd be lucky if you ever even made

Nigga Sings the Blues

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

1994

Another nigga sings the blues
Bailin' up outta the fo' with the black on the black
And the niggas be creepin', we rollin' with the Mack 10

drag my nuts for free
Comfortably
And ya know I got my pimpin together
Got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
Together, shit bitch you better get

Willy Wonka, ho's dick blue face
Blue street diamonds and the blue jeans
Put a fuck nigga in a food chain
Kickin' shit, Johnny K, Liu Kang
Free my niggas

Sitting on cloud nine i’m so high
Take off i’m flyin'

(Squad, Squad) i’m on my fly shit
Counting tons of cash (Too much)
Swear to god man I’m running
Out

the bomb 
Record one and blue calm, and Yukons 
And John hook my shit up bomb 
Who controllin'? 
Rollin' with my nigga from the Pound 
Put my shit in

Na, na, na, na (Yea)
Na, na, na, na
Feel like I’m living in hell
My whole life been shit
All I need is cash
All I need is paper
Fuck a friend, my

complete but you leak deceit on me
You hide the truth in years that pass by you would try to blind me
The people I reside with side with your lies all

Before you stab me in the back
Make you a bitch faster
Dig you a ditch after
Under root's
So they cant find you
Im rollin this tree so fat
You know that
I

(Beat Made By Daemon)


Hey
We Gup in this shit with Tony
Talking big but you a phony
Hey
What What What
You know that I’m getting Hype
I’m taking

hell
Case closed like you shut down a Dell
Rollin' in the cash, no Adele
And I'm lookin' for my own inner peace
If you got the pies, then I'm wantin'