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Choppa on the roof
You about to loose
Cause I got the fukin juice
Juice juice juice yeah!
Water on me it’s fiji
Make the money fast it’s easy
Eat it up eat

and kill me, I'm gon' bang it out
My favorite shooter started talkin', it made me sick to my stomach
Kizzy got slimed by a nigga, who I knew since I was

Phillips been gone
You selfish old decepticon
You're older than sliced bread
Your lungs air are fueled by satan's breath
You are immortal
Its not accidental

hold it against you higher
Swear our relationship was fire
But I got fed up with that drama
See you progressing in that gym
The sky the limit
Above

for the fashion
Boxing me in but I'm everlasting
Phillip will cap you then call me the captain 
Then we go talk about how y'all were capping 
You got

could see em' once again, I would just probably say
I love u mom, I love u dad, I miss u both for real
Let me break it down to the people who don't know

back it
Phillip Champion Hot Sauce no packet
You ain't running with a uce like me
Flow go Miles ain't no one deduce like me
That's a McBride line you

Girl, I know you wanna
Take a trip out to the water
I could drink you by the bottle
We always got 'till tomorrow

Girl, I know you wanna
Take a trip

Yahoo 
Yahoo yahoo
Shawty just hit my line said coming thru 
Yahoe
Wire just cleared 
Wohooo
Got the hammer in my denim jeans oh no 
Laughing at you

know some niggas that's gon'
Hit it with some glass‚ yeah
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass
(Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass

THE FAIR MAID BY THE SEA SHORE
(words: traditional, music: Lissa S.)
source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939

There was

towards you my nigga
Look I promise you'll get it
I got one 10 like 11
Been knowing her since like 7
She took my breath away, she lookin like she fell outta

touch me
I got bad bitches down to get ugly
For me

Yeah

Niggas with the fake beef
For a bird we can find you off your IP (Trust me)

Nigga gold
Nigga

title that you claim you got
Kill it over beats that I know you want
But you couldn't reach this I'm a cosmonaut
Hovering planets all withered and worn

But I went the other way

Got to Dee house
Then we heard them shots I hope niggas safe

Kobi hit da block He sweating
Say Raymond ain't get to make it

wanna have a bad time bleeding
But it's Not like these sheep
More like you're leaking
Sans HP, Other words you're boned
Tryna keep the piece, I'm Undying,

brilliant
Psych
That's a joke and it's a bad one
They wouldn't even print it in a fortune cookie or a crackers b stock

This song goes out to these lot
Gram

I get bags, add it up and subtract
He cap bad, he don't know nun bout racks
I done took so many L's, but I treat 'em like they lessons
Fuck her then

orange
Fruit ass nigga get shot no warning
Orange you glad I didn't say apple
Bad lor bitch and I'm trinna smash you
She got the wetty and I'm trinna act

hands
These diamonds bustin' off the roof
Lil' bitch know we got bands
Keep fuckin' playin' with me
Phillip, make you my lil' bitch
I sent the addy
Fuck,

light
Slimed out by your mans that aint even right
Brodie sitting up the road he still sending kites
We can't get it on the road well send ah flight
We

never speak on it again after we see the Sunrise

Need a bad chick with the body of a Bentley coupe
When it come to bread I go and get it like a pigeon do

Attack of New Jeruzalum

Artifacts

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

1994

shit everyday, peace to niggaz around my way 
From Da Bricks, where every block it got mad crews 
MC El Da Sensai with the attack of New Jeruz

Moneys mine, I don't split ends (nah)
Bet it all, bet I will win (yeah)
Run up on you like a sentence (yeah)
Guess I got too many comas in
Now she wants me