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if his moms saw his bad grades
Uh, now I'm movin' at a fast pace
And every time I rhyme everyone got the gas face
Winning competitions every place I

Being Raised

C-Block

General Population

2005

Now I really don´t care about
No nigga tryin' to slang
And I really don´t give a fuck
About no nigga tryin' to Bang
'cause we got, hand times

Got a lot of homies that'll die for it
To be honest, I ain't really got the time for it
I just sit back, relax, write rhymes for us
But if you fuck

all the things that make us who we are 
All this pressure put on us by society 
Making us feel worthless without a degree 
Saying happiness comes when

this time, your hands on me your voice your rhyme
There's only so far that I can climb I'm counting on your grip and your gin & lime
Yeah down in the hay

Gotta speak my mind for y'all on this one still
Why they watching what I do
I ain't even famous and they watch my every move
Tryna be successful I'm

I wake up in the morning
With success on my mind
But I don't sleep much
Cause sleeping's just a waste of my time
Take note of the rhymes
That I'm

You're a friend of a friend 
That I once knew
I never thought to even look at you
But now that some time has gone by
I've come to find that I'm your

me now?
Keeping in step with the March of Time

I write the verse and I find the rhyme
I listen to the rhythm but the heartbeat's mine
I'm singing

Got my time in line with my money, now my money just combine. 
All that swag that y’all jack from me, Sound like lies inside yall rhymes 
Truly how can

a breath
Make a rhyme, Take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress
Seven dimes, take ya pick
Fading times, recollect
On my own, by myself

and mind
Alive for a short time and dead
By the end of the rhyme
I'm back and in fact
Do you know where you are?
Motherfucker we 'bout to break your neck

Pull Out Your Cut

DJ Hype

1973: Recon

2003

many an ordeal
I was laying on a stretcher kicking rhymes by Eazy-E
After falling off my bike while holding food from Mickey D's
So I chilled, had

our eyes
Every time we tell em fine they can see we're telling lies
And I'm sinking in the rhymes just thinking all the time
But what's really in my

This that ''end of the day'' type of time
Reflective type of time
Just to sit back, and think about life
Uh, listen

When it's all set and done
Do

suit and tie, so I'm just proving why
I'm up to my old tricks, that are loved by your own kids
I'm going to use this time to review my life
Listen in

Forever Beef

Lootpack

The Lost Tapes

missed me by an inch 	
Then it blasted in the pay phone
Then I jet to the west to get my bulletproof vest
From Madlib
A void rhyme entering my chest

summer
Nother show then shit wait hol up
You and I can devise a rhyme and decypher time then I leave goodbye
This road all alone, its a way of life
I'ma

the truest
Dumber than Three Stooges
Hummers, we steady cruising like time do
Higher than a Vanilla Sky, float by you
When I'm through
I'll probably let you

What About the Baby

Mary J. Blige

Carnival, Vol. 2: Memoirs of an Immigrant

2007

water fill my eyes when I hear your voice
Everything gon' be alright
Baby girl I'm by your side, dry your eyes

[Mary J. Blige]
Let's talk this over

play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don

over on all fours
Every time I go to leave she bust a rhyme like gimme more

She like, she like
Gimme more
Baby you ain't going nowhere come here gimme

talk to god all the times
No talks of repentance doe that's a waste of time 
Do the crime accept the fines
Besides I'd rather  freestyle em rhymes
In

go me and my n***** on go
I live a life of crime
These n***** be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with these bitch n***** i ain't got no time
I can't