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a chiefa'
Reefa', marijuana, sticky leafa'
Cross me, haircut to the green meter
Beata', murder charge, in the stata'
Let a nigga slide by, like a skater
Paper

up to local Pablo's
Guap is colossal
I was young and stuck at a crossroad
A truly lost soul
Maneuverin' by sound and light like
It was morse code
And I

Speaking passionately
We lusted for our own tails
But now I'm older, hear our stories get
Retold by all my friends and shit
An honest recollection be like so

right by the park, he hit him all in his spinal cord
She like, "QPac, why you don't love me?" I told shawty I ain't dyin' for her
Two double cups, I'm

Janet Reno

Anquette

Lil' Joe Bass Hits

1997

In our town we have a State Attorney by the name of Janet Reno 
She locks brothers up for not paying their child support
In your town you may have

a sheep
I won’t smoke til I die
Know he dead when we meet him
Whenever I’m hungry, you know I’m gone eat
Money neck like a giraffe ain’t
No one out my reach

Something, something you wanna imagine
My life a movie, played the estrogen
(D-D-D-Doo)
All about my green like I'm Patrick
Livin' by my own, Ten Commandments

Ride on Dem Bustas

C-Murder

Bossalinie

1999

background) 
From the motherfucking (?) 
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound 
It's the realist 
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with

Paper, paper gon' come
If not, I'm get it, get it
I gotta die with money, wasn't, wasn't born with it
Cause I pray for it all
Ball, ball, ball, til I

You know what we gon do
Left my mind in that back room
And you stained on my heart like a damn tattoo
Baby ima slidethru
Ima slidethru
Ima slidethru
Ima

project of failure
Getting close of death day by day
Reveal yourself a big fake

Day by day – the history is the same
The cops you’ll pay – if you want

Man, lemme go and welcome you
To the mstr-tyk project 
Collaborations like this come when the moon lines up just right in the night sky
And I

marketed by the media
They are so unbelievably real 
when you walk past them you don't even realize they're machines
And when you wave to them they actually

I started opening my mind and by 20 i improved immensely
Started collaborating and dropping tracks by the many
Gotta a duo project coming soon i am

a zoot suit
2 end up on television
But niggas could tell da difference
U made it rain in da gram wit money u can't spend
Back 2 da projects anotha rapper

Get more dollars
What you need
More sniff
More powder
I got it by the onion
This gelato I could sell it
No credit
Vacuum seal
I still smell it
Brooklyn

outta zip lock
Pulling strings wit no guitar
Floating looking at stars
Big dreams quick shemes
By any means
Mixed in we off scene
All black didn't speak

Born in the project, we positioned to fail
Where trials and tribulations hit a nigga like hail
Growing up in the hood, I feel buried alive
Effected by

Speaking by way that things go
Or more-so, speaking by way that things
(have) gone
It's prolly bout time I pick myself up
I'm havin' no luck this

Damn we at the outro already
I just wanna start this off by saying
Fuck 2020
Rest In Peace to my peoples
And free my 7s
Gang
Pavement gang
Now that

this life made me jaded
Bunch of y'all are softer than my wife's favorite blanket
I shine with the cadence & can out rhyme the greatest
Let the money

me a Lyft
But make sure you with it too don't be acting iffy yea
Go shorty it's ya birthday
Got the room going crazy like a earthquake
And if with it

'Speaker bangerz'

Hey
Hey, hey,(hey)

Dig?, did, but it taught me a lesson
Felt what I felt, I embraced all your edges
Flawed by myself, I

Know Your Enemy

Dead Prez

Turn off the Radio: The Mixtape, Vol. 1

2002

got it?
you want to stop terrorists?
start with the u.s. imperalists
ain't no track record like america's, see
bin laden was trained by the c.i.a
but I