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Brrt

Ring the alarm, gun in my palm
Art of War, how I study and body the sacred law
Sun Tzu, Psalms 82, nigga know he a God
Tongue's used

Don't fuck with my clique
Just roll me a fat one
Its gun be a mad one
Just turn up the bass
And I'll fuck with that shit

No one can stop me
My

Leather on me no latex
Man get bagged
By the powdered fragrance
Used to sit in my house for ages
With a rap book
And I'd write these pages
Used to be crap

Dice of Life (The Bottle)

Andre Nickatina

Conversation with a Devil [CD & DVD]

2003

Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job
Maybe that's why I do it so odd
Walk around just like I was god
Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods
Freeway

Like It or Not

Soopafly

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000 [Clean]

1999

a find ??? with Ginuwine ability to keep it coming
Now when your butt's running I'll be there to get ya (ahhh)
I play like Kodak and get the picture
I'm

Total Recall

Royal Hunt

The Mission

2001

on the gun-wandering comes to an 
End
Fight in the name of your god and his son-wait for the 
Final command

Total Recall 
We saw it all,we took it all protected

just wanna be like you
G, it all started, we was young
Me and my brother tryna have some fun
Knew that we was different, by age fifteen I could shoot

the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could

I knew this song by that crew Mobb Deep
So I used it, my brother produced it, new shit
Set me up so I could flow like a cruise ship
And tell this

Tim smokes another cigarette
Looks out the window
and trys to ignore the safetynett
Tim grabs a gun to play roulette
Eyes around the corner
Fixing

wind
Hopped out, what you want, big verb in the gin
I'm a fish; you can tell by the flippers or fins
C'mon 

[Takbir]
Yo- I got a rock style
Pivot

might let 'em suck my dick, but I don't be fuckin' 'em""
You and your crew got guns? (What?) Still a bunch of bums
Tell Mumford and Sons me and my pops

the start
Break it down like division how we separate parts
Illustrating since a youngin, I mastered the art
Class full of scholars, still had a seat by

see him when I'm sleeping at night
What's a guardian angel when there's a
Demon inside of your thoughts?
Sponsored by success and there's people
That I

and
Think they know the topic
Girls, money, guns, and a load of boxes
Cah it's been that and soon be
What it used to be
When I get these critics to get used

that spinner who sips a fifth
Of cherry wine in his whip
I quote a scripture
Paint a clear picture 'bout how
This shit gon' get ya
Get ya wide like

for a son to kiss
Got my light back shining on one abyss
Bullet proof auras, every single gun I miss
Life, that ain't something that
You wanna risk i'm

As lightning strikes and thunder pounds
Over the grey skies of East London town
Prophecy K returns from the underground
Signified by the peoples

smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities

You're mine
Blinded my your presence
Obsessed with your essence
Eternally focused about you
Don't you know that you are mine
Just another picture

the morning like a cold pizza
You know, I make her moan like she Mona Lisa
Bro, I thought to buss my gun when I can't take no leafer

You with some rich

making riches
In all these cities, yeah
Hate going shopping, people popping
For all these pictures, yeah
Say that I'm flopping, still you copping
So

One Day

Preme

Light of Day

2018

chips
Bought that life for a murder, his momma left, he was six
Guess he a son of a gun and a son of a bitch
Homie said the smackin' gavel's like

a gun
I'ma let my words rain down
Like flames on cardboard
Gangster fools who
Wave their tools in
Pictures on their wall

I could write a song