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In my zone
When the instrumental be like 19 hunnids
That shit get me running
Na na na na na na na
Yeah I think i got it, yeah
Dammit Louis is lit

by to jog
The memory I tape it only difference is the gloss
Odell got me living thru the blogs
Cause y'all thought the hands was gloves how I'm

I got it made
Yeah this is me in my state of mind killing rhymes
And you know this feel like tribe so feel the vibe
I was told off by many different

painful words make this much harder.
You have no place here, I've left and so should you, should you.

These chains that bound me from this place.
Tonight

Paid Dues

Eightball & MJG

In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1

1999

too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made 
Niggas dead, niggas gone; I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown

swore that you hit the floor
Got me feeling bored what you working toward
Man I store all my thoughts in my head
Man I'm only holding on by a thread
But

me, I'm trigger happy
I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy

Ay, Eddie
Ay, make sure you leave a little bit of, um, instrumental
So they

Fuck you, nigga, if you don't call me back, lose my fuckin' number
Hol' up, ay

Smile, ho, take a picture with me
I drive solo and my gas is on e

guessin you need the distraction
But your actions are nothing that I would ever cash in
Forever mark by a beast with a similar fashion
But me staying is

ain't by mistake
If she wanna leave
Just know I ain't saving her
No I don't want no cape
Tryna feed my fam I ain't got no time I got too much on my plate

(POW) Looks like i caught me a case
(DRIP) My swag on ocean spray
(H**) You can get f*ck'ed by the gang
(HUH) I do not f*ck with these lames
They false

This instrumental reminds me of…
This instrumental reminds me of…
It reminds me of Sing About Me by Mr. Lamar
It sort of sounds like a funeral
But it

Alumni’s back
The stage is calling me
Lights, cameras, they follow me
Rip mics, no apologies
I’m hyped, no stalling me
I’m instrumental, over

with the climb
And my shooter keep his heater on the passenger side
Sayin, destined for greatness
Made for making changes here to make a joke of all

Paid Dues

Eightball & MJG

Down South Slangin

2008

too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made 
Niggas dead, niggas gone; I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown

problematic
But still love with the burdens I bring
Made to be unstoppable
Impossible
A miracle
Marvel
Almighty
Whose real fans are his apostles
Me myself I'm

the void, I emerged
With a voice of the gods, but I never been to a church
One day i'll go prolly, and enter into state of samdhi
Make 4D objects appear with

Writin' my thoughts with caution, lookin' at the cost
It's often depressin', it's awful, callin' for help and they don't pick up, I hate it
Makin' me

Compton's in the House

N.W.A

Straight Outta Compton

1988

bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut the fuck up and listen to me
I make a killin'
I got money to the ceilin' [why's that?]
Cuz I'm

and punch out ya insides
Who's left, cause nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my

Started feeling anxiety ain't no sense of running from it
All of us make mistakes but tell me are you learning from it
Am I the one to blame or life

like aye
Make no mistake with shit we might say
Never been afraid to catch the light fade
Step on the stage to get the mic slayed
Vibing with us u seeing

that killer
But don't mistake me for that
I get mad when I think this ting got
Me spitting with people like
Boya and Saskilla
Look right it's not what it

The Shivers

Naughty by Nature

19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury

1999

and gone

Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us
Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up?
Was it some gangsta shit, that