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prepared for da drama
I ain't need no nigga for a co-sign 
I had the same power it's just gone take time
Here's a little story bout a nigga on his grind

Can you give me your soul
Girl you're my mate and that's by soul
She hop ina car I know she gonna ride
She hop on dat dick its a hell of a ride
Lets go

I'm dressed in all white looking like I play for Madrid
Mixed the Prada with Louis if u asking bout da drip
It's documented bro don't ask me what I

hope you hear me out

They murdered Malcom, murdered Martin, murdered Huey 
Murdered Fred Hampton ran Chesimard to Cuba
Polices shoot at everyone

ya mans, He a lil bitch
I shoulda known by the way that he switched
Now he mad, run in his shit
Nigga be quick to go play a like a vict
How you mad

mean, no one's shot by an arrow.
You should understand how you're feeling
So you can communicate it within reason.
I mean paean pains to sorrow; new names

They talking bout the second coming
For a second that it was coming
I was running
From my blessings
This ain't no church rap
Niggas bitches
Gon get they

a toast

Gotta make a toast for the gang shit
Ballin' down Cambridge, get to Huey home
We gotta aim it, boutta stage it
Keep my money in my hand, bitch, I

wild (Yeah)
I cannot fuck with you stay away for bout a mile, yeah (Oh)
She just wanna hunt me down you could tell by her smile, yeah (Oh)
I got others

VERSE:1

Verse:1
I'm bout my money you no wat it is hoping they see it clear 
I gotta do wat I gotta go do these Niggas be hating i see dat shit

bitch with tats by her ass
There were some times we were shopping in class
Me and my niggas we switched up the fashion
Shit dat I seen know you couldn't

back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain’t gang don’t pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima tap that
Niggas ain’t gang

on the block

I got bars like we in Vegas 
Malt life 
So I'm probably wit Vegas 
Talk like I was raised by miss davis
Or should I say Greene
Cuz dat was her

We ain't come to play
Run up on you any day
We ain't come to play
Leave you dead it's a case
We ain't come to play
Mobbin we dat gang (Bang)
Fuck em

need that Whoa
Stop
Move side to side
Boo bob shoo bop
That’s hot
On god, my my
I, do not reply
To none of, these thots
I got you by my side, right?

I got murder on my mind
So please don’t play dat shit
So please don’t play dat shit

I got murder on my mind
So please don’t play dat shit
So please

the nights are better with an air supply
I been rollin' 'round the bend since I don't know when
I think I'm finally 'bout to start seein' dividends
I got some

You think dat lil nigga yo homie
He gone fold on ya
That's why I'm thuggin by my lonely
Ima soulsteala
The feds they tryna build a case
Say I'm a drug

it gotta be
I'm wit da bro and you know dat we YSG
Know imma treasure they thinkin bout hiding me
I got a bad lil one on da side of me
She wanna lock

Yeah
LO$

Yeah dese mufuckas out here talkin bout
I wanna car like dis nigga
A car like dat
Ima get da same shoes he got
Mane dese niggas co-signin

playin wit dis 
Cake 
I done been a lotta thangs but what i neva been is fake 
I’d ratha be mr lonely den surrounded by sum snakes




Nigga see me in dat

Get Up

Dead Prez

Turn off the Radio: The Mixtape, Vol. 1

2002

to it
Now what why'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin to it
This is for the G's all the way

Rambo bandanna on ready for war
Hollin bout don’t make me pop the trunk hol dat noise
Knocc all the paint off yo shit like I’m into buffing cars
Then I

Traumatize dat nigga with da Glock it’s gone finish him my OG Say he need couple bags send em 10 of em 

Bitch I’m plugged in Bitch what you want I