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people talk a lot
All I hear is da da daa and nobody show up
I get it that you scared the fucking dummies be representing everybody here including

You already know who it is nigga
"King of Da Ghetto"
It's a new day and time, but shit
It ain't all good but shit it ain't
All bad no mo' either doe

To guide me towards
A fairy in green
Wheres my lighty
In her tight ass jeans
Her ass da bomb
Must be in the genes
This town that is vain
When they drown in

in the room (It's Lit)
Smoked some weed, and I went woah
By smoking weed I mean doing a Fortnite Concert
Hot Monky Brigae in Fortnite we're gonna have

Yeah
Welcome to the rebirth ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name
Da s-jeezy mc
One verse come first you dig
Huh we all yah ghat
Huh housegang
Yeah

all the time
Cause there's a lot of shit I'm tryna block out my mind
Like how I go home to that alcoholic father of mine
There's fog in the air, that's

in the Mix You better stay off them lives 4AM
Boy, it's night , I be laid in your grass with a switch
Lot of these niggas ain't headtapped, shit we got

FLY
YOU AIN'T 'CAUSE YOU'RE NOT
THIS IS WHY
THIS IS WHY
THIS IS WHY I'M HOT

THIS IS WHY I'M HOT
I DON'T GOTTA RAP
I CAN SELL A MILL SAYIN NOTHIN ON DA

bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how

on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words

Yes sir
Racci and wanita
You feel me
MACK 21
Mind yo own business
It's a lot of mother fuckers out there
That be worried about
What you doin what she

we beefing
Taco Tuesday When We chiefing
Jack in the crack After the club
Parking lot popping spot
Drop tops Playing hop scotch
Loks on da spokes swing

dekhna ni map
Nashe da howe suroor never loose that
Jithe milda sukoon main kea choose that

Speech by Tupac Shakur

ce rapper ne sust
Dinda tu gyaan par

a bomb each day
I live in disarray till until I reached my pinanacle
Sad, numb like shit to clinical
People fake too lit on the digital
I stay off da web,

rack it up rack it up
Take da beat
And I slap it up slap it up
Mix up the ting
And I mash it up mash it up
The opps be spitting feathers
Dey cyant take

da milli bring it here
Road racing to da money force my hand now I'm in gear
(What you doing)
Racing to the money force my hand now I'm in gear
Dream

the goat I just made a sale by the by da Sunoco 


I’m just tryna move ford  like a mustang 

So many nights I thought about robbin’ a tunk game

He showed

Whole lot of money out here

I'm not going if money ain't there

Not in the mix I need me my chips 

Eating the bank like I'm doing a lick 

Young going

Thun & Kicko

Cormega

The Realness

2001

what happened in the street
A villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped southpaw
You thuggin when the mics plugged in
Barkin

Say to much they dont want it...
Sometimes my dreams be haunted...
I cook near a cutta but stay by my lonesome in silence...
La Rakee got killed right

feel some type of way bust a move or negus watch me do my thing
I smoke a lot I think a lot counting money das dat pressure
Cops always wanna arrest ya

A lot of you say ya rapping
But ya game is really Acting
With ya shame in action
Ya all the same for asking
How ya fame fucking Happened
I'm a speed

what up
6 miles away but we still we strong going along
But never too far away to let you know, you da bomb

I see you right
In my highest state
Why

Witness the death, it brings me pain

I love them, but I can't really hang

They play wit da bidness

And That is lame

Talkin a lot, working A lot, we