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Come on quickly in, shop is open now
See what I offer, but don’t tell no one
Finest leather goods, made out by my hand
Go and take a look, don’t just

The Lumberjack

Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich

Dust to Dust

1993

a funk freaker
Listen to the cuts jumping straight out your speaker
Skills on the hills so I guess he steals a crew
If you're on his dick, don't fret,

a mentor in here
But you'd think he was by how we livin'
Oh yeah, rep gang, uh
Please don't call me faith based, uh
'Cause all of this mug is Yahweh
All

six weeks pregnant
i heard cries out to God cause my mother was reverend
she had Jesus on the main like frequent calls to heaven
all the while im

bag
I clutch the mighty strike of Oden's wrath

Reach in my stash yank it out and empty fast
Swinging on sandbags who cross my path, with a hook and jab

better call the vet
I let the dogs out in the hall and went
To get them
But there's nothing left but paws and heads
Hear ye self committed
Ghost bunk jump

a holster
Cat's out the bag I got the Doja
Book out the club I call it Oprah
Leave out the back before it's over 
Lifes a beach and that's my thesis 
So

feel like Davis when I'm faded
I might hit you with a hook and if I can't knock you out
This 45 will have you cooked boy
No Gimmix, whopper make

a right hook like a coat hanger out of need
Out of my book, I would never stop until you free
I would let you James Bond me if you shake another tini
If you

"Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they movin' their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
These

through time
Im out for first place, worst case
Accept nothing less
Starting point my birth place
Finish line? Death
Call me crazy
Im that form with a kite

a ring on every finger like I'm brick pumpin' (ah)
Out the pot, yay' wet like Trae Young jumper
If they pull us over, don't say nothing (don't fuckin'

that made me

have a harder backbone- to sit up on a throne

use my wits- just to get out of they business

by the time i finished though, half my heart

The History of Excuses

Bishop Allen

March EP

2006

now, baby
I've been marking each day with the light on the wall
And waiting by the telephone to take that call

And you try to change my mind, about

Canopies and Drapes [Bonus Track]

Emmy the Great

First Love [Bonus Tracks]

2009

will hook up to have some fun
Then I'll call your house at twelve to let you know
That I'm drunk
Say I'm sorry Mr C, I was just looking for your son

Crippin' Ain't Easy

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

the city
(Crippin' - in the city)
But it's fun, yeah
(But it's fun)

Check it out

[DO OR DIE]
Do or Die is the name of the nigga who be dreamin'

king not a plug 
If rap was on my hip I'd never reload a clip 
You selling bars by the bag 
I sell a verse out a zip 
Two step operation get my money

Ok
B-R-A-N-C-H
Check the PH he ain't basic
Like you Calabasas asses
We dashin by on the freeway
Quick bring in the delay
Running shit until his feet

cookin up
Little bit of hope that could keep yo eyes lookin up
When he come back get taken out or get tooken up
I stay fishin' wit that good news bait time

Check Yourself by T.O.N.I.C
I'ma be the first one (one), to break the walls.
In the ghetto, I'm the great one (one) to make the call.
I'm in

the past will get witcha
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no 'next', you out the picture
Brown baggin' liquor you and her bicker
Life crawling by

Didn't  give me a call
Didn't even give me mail
Gotta watch fake friends and the bullshit they sell
They'll be your prosecutor while in a jail cell
They'll

miles and exposure for payment. You can string me along, like a hook to a played out song. You've always been a part of me. And I've been waiting

Well, I write thirty songs a day but they're all bad
I can't remember the last good one I had
I wrote "Peggy Sue" in '52
But then Buddy calls up