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dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',

dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',

I'm eight hundred and two, out of the seven hundred and thirteen and I'm here to make Money
I don't be playin' around when I'm hoppin' on tracks in this

I'm faded right now mane I'm super lit (man)
I lost track of everyone I was in here with (4real)
I hope in the morning I ain't feelin super sick (4

how we live 

Here we are 
The final track before the album 
Who'd a thought that the basis would be the outcome 
Strive be like pop 
Pullin bars outta

and lit up the Christmas tree
That kind of energy eventually gets the police to want you underneath the facility
You don't wanna see no penitentiary, rather

Left Field

Swollen Members

Balance

1999

Prune beneath the moon lit rips solar eclipse 
Madchild flips like kids on acid trips 

Unicaron formin the union all aluminum 
Tracks by Dell just

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

begets better people
When you live it and you learn
Tell me
Have you ever tried to send yourself to heaven
But on second thought, you realized
It was more

track
I just, AP Lit, they gave us like a huge list
Of like tone words to analyze literature with
And I wanted to just record all of them in
Alphabetical

the fuck I did
Inner expressive, my head just got lit, they all, thirty two I'm sixty four bit
I'm notoriously, digging pits, holy shit, please out do my wit

the fuck I did
Inner expressive, my head just got lit, they all, thirty two I'm sixty four bit
I'm notoriously, digging pits, holy shit, please out do my wit

want to hear that
We trying to turn up
Get lit
Something
It's the end of the summer
And this is what you want to put out
Are you listening
Do you hear

from the brothers with my skin
Why then if statues should perpetuate honor
There's dishonored men carved by dishonored sculptors
In exodus 20: 4,5 is

quarter blunt up on the mic
Treat my life like Quarter Four
Leave you D Rose'd on the floor
Fuck you mean by "mi amor", bitch 
Did you taste my porridge?
I

to business mode
You live life by do's and don't's instead I live to do the most 
Not to boast but not to joke
This heat comes with lots of smoke 
On the beat,

Down for the Count

Xzibit

Reflection Eternal

2000

threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we

F3 race, crashed Matrix, and... yup, right, Orlando Bloom
Not 'cause i always wanted to bang Miranda, which i do, but back to the track. Its a truce

Shown improvement
Just a shame that can't nobody make me 
Day by day 
Little by little by little by little I climb
Little by little by little by little I

these dead faces around 
4DH we live by law I got this stick to lay it down 

Walk round wit money in my pocket I say bae like what you want
I want em

We Thuggin' [Remix]

R. Kelly

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)

2001

y'all

Crack is back again (oh-oh)
Had to rip this track again (oh-oh)

And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron

The god,

back on a 4-track
They slangin dope sacks. I'm slangin cold raps
I'm like the postman servin up on Rosecrans
Back to the Cov and wherever the fuck else

the dooch powder

Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill

Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill

Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill

Two choices,

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

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