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a song, Bounce, Y-S-L on the zippers bro
By the way, honestly, this like a ritual
See the team in the V, speeding off, here we go

Too much talking, too

worthless loser
Good, pick up the phone and start dialing
I want you to deal with your problems
By becoming rich
Aye, penthouse midnight views tonight
It's

cuz is a blood then why would you shed it forget it and move on Don't jump to conclusions or I'll rip you a new one 
By writing a new song and hoofing

legs in a L-V
They kno the boy to obnoxious
I'll turn this s**t to a mosh-pit
Jacket is made out of ostrich
Checks to fast they cannot stop em
I might

the gang, it's No Friends Only Family, don't fuck with new niggas
Nigga can't fuck with me or bsnotty, or snotty blo
I'll call up Pablo 5, he'll come through

by my leg
Its prp stamped you ain't heard what the fuck I said?
Factory glock with a switch on your head
Dont fuck with these bitches all they do is

this shit get ugly
I know I talk about it all the time
But what else do you want from me
(Not shit)

Nothing else is worth the discussion
Huh
And I'm not

Well it's the New York Comet and the Dixie Flyer
Rollin' on diesel and sheer desire
Ol' Cupid's got his hand on the switch
I think he's gonna pull,

cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im from the A double N A P O L I
In

bye
Twenty five I'm a boss with the mob ties
Tricks like the cat in the hat
I just left with yo bitch and you can't get her back
You run off with that

heads pointed at weevil's man we are so evil
But this is the shit that you know 
So i'ma hit go hit em so low like
Bitch you think you got standards

on a thin rope
Disjointed, before this breaking day pointed
Me back in the right direction, close contact
With do you want more?!!!??! and prose combat

Deep

L-I-V... E
Carry on tradition like Chap told me too
Keep it thorough, coz I'm 30, but feel younger dude
This hip hop is inspiring me, and liftin' the team up

Welcome to the Show

Nappy Roots

The Pursuit of Nappyness

2010

And make a new direction; take ya next of kin
Out the trap--it's called life; make the best of it

Well, it's the F-I-S-H-S-C-A-L-E-S
You can find me

guys I strive

If it’s 9-5 or 9-9 I do it with no one to hype me
Cuz when the door is looking closed just know there’s a window that’s widened
Example, I

still bumping in my stereo
Ballad of a dead soulja
Put it on ya
You came from New York
But you ride for California
I got the chills when you said
It

bought you jimmy choos
Make sure that you comfortable
Get you new designer shoes
Get a mansion with a pool
Wouldn't fuck no other bitch
Girl cause all I

or die bitch|(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)|I need a ryde or die bitch|(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)|I need a ryde

Lyrically I murder you quicker
Than Lamborghini drive-bys
Who knew one man could handle
More beef than five guys
I’m a motherfucking lyricist
Bitches

I ain’t talking Louis V

But got the L under my belt

What you need, that half a zip

Bring the one two five

I don’t want see no one fifth-teen

Like

the game ain't shit without me like I was David Ruffin
Stayed strapped cause my mind be my weapon
Henne said do good by people man that's how you get your

Im with this shit 4L
Ride with that stick 4L
Keep it real with my bitch 4L
And im gone rep the grip 4L
I got partners thats 5 i got partners thats 6

toodles,

cnd I don't f**k wit n****s, ain't no need for making new bros

Tell you what I do know, 

I don't f**k with you hoes, 

Type to f**k and you know,

Last Time

Steele

For the People

1997

[Intro]

Turn on the faucet...mm-hmm
Uh-huh (x5)
You and you throw your hands up
If you in the back come on, throw your hands up
If you in the front,