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Lucky draft - got picked by the Lakers
Beef with me - only see you in papers
World today: no givers, many takers
Top boy in my craft, hit makers
Not

acres with a pool I'm talking all the outs and ins
Hope the astral plane accept me I'm repenting for my sins
Hoping hell isn't like earth because I'll do

hundreds man
Up in a foreign 
My niggas is scoring
Like baseball 
We pitching it underhand 
Diamonds on me them shits
Looking sunny man
6 grams in my wood

And promised us it’s succor, something to take us far
A mule and forty acres, our very own lands to till
And by God we knew we earned it by the sheer force

know when it arrives
By the solace of weightlessness
And the energy of fire
Then this wood won't hold me down
Anymore
And my heart won't hold me down

the fruit's of life
Need the wife and my boys
My seed won't need for anything, trust me
Black man, 'nough land
Eight hundred acres of trees
Please the seven

nobody else
Watch me lead by example no help
But I’m fighting this battle with myself
Like I’m flipping through channels in hell
But im singing my songs oh

I can't wait on you cause you not gone be here forever ay
Rock out like the blues finding myself gone make me better yeah
Need them 100s all blues

drown me
Damn, that shit over you tryn' drown me
Go and take a trip in the woods, that's where they found him
Wait light a nigga like Backwoods, we smoke

It’s off the chest
Why you always stress about somebody else
Started from the basement by my fucking self
Imma change a hundred lives to help me love

to me
We fit just right like a glove to me
I'm a leader when push comes shove to me
I move real fly in the sky like a dove to me
Yo 'cause it's all love

they on Ruth's Chris
Nico Woods and DXVXS slaying, they say we so ruthless
I gave 'em five, then took a sigh
Now I'm right back in the booth bitch
By

I'm the king you the peasants
They salty in springs and wailing in woods
Man tried to creep up on man till I hit him up with the shush

If it's really

me to sleep
That's just what I remember
Fantasy to me was real
That's just what I remember
Stumbling around in the woods
I found the moon, ahh

Shoulda ate the carrot and choked that would be great
But I'm too fat to eat veggies
Only cakes made by little fucking Debbie
I mean look at me man, my

Fuck love don't believe in Cupid
My Big dreams have been elusive
Take me apart I got many layers
One day livin on a hundred acres
High school used to run

Banksta'z

RZA

Saviorz Day

2002

rhyme was gangsta
You may catch me down on Lakerson, pushin' the eighteen inch anchor
One hundred pennyweight boy, the black mini tank
Just caught

across the land 
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm

end up in beef


Lately it's been feeling cold I keep that heater by me

 
Like maybe if I touch a milly then my mind be at ease, 


cll this shit

Ridin' Dirty

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

toes never off my note
Wood grain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro
I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stop

Smoker section only all we smoke is loud
Don't pass them to nobody woods we face them now
Send That bitch around Mary burn her down
Don't smoke it by

hesitate or whatever in the bed is gonna wobble.
Brown with the white stripes, antlers two feet out the head.
Hope they stay up in the woods cuz until

I put that wood in you it ain't no Splinter 
Love yo ambition you thumbing Through figures 
I know you happy you got you a Winner 
My niggas ready I'm

family man, on this expedition.
Concrete to acres, a life's migration,
Family ties strong, no more confrontation.
Trading street codes for nature's