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damn near perfect, birdie.
My young boys they be lurking thirsty anxious for it to be over in the worst way.
Look, The watch on his wrist yea it tick

match me I'm ahead of the game
And this bitch in my lap and she giving good brain
Common logic in play
Whip out the rubbers and I hit the pussy like

city
Made a few bags
Yeah I'm talkin' k's
I come from rags to the present day bitch
Give it a year Imma shut shit down
Didn't talk to me then boy you

And see bout 4 or 5 of us
Armed with a gun
Know you got a feeling in your gut
It's telling you that you should prolly run
Forgot you on a bus
Now you know

nigga
Bullet proof tend in the ghost nigga
Can never make the right knowing What the left doing
Amma cold nigga when it comes to This shit
I got no love

a Makavelli

Hate preppy niggas in the closet get they ass rocked

Catch em' in the streets and string em' by they ascot

Red dot, cash pot, real niggas get it

fading
The train is a wreck in the place that’s maiden
The pain in the offspring glows everyday but the mums vibe any given Sunday

So I come through Like

high while being grounded
Nobody cares to understand till you overstand it
The time has come, niggas head in the Bible praying for them funds
Black alley

travelled by the multitude/
remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...

Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
fighting for freedom, writing

Can't Hide from Shadow

Mr. Shadow

Southside Riders, Vol. 6

you come before my presence
If not they'll find your body wrapped in plastic
Like a present, adolesence
Gun Slangers where I come from
That big Woptown

I do not deal with the Devil no more
I do this shit by my lone
Hellhound militia, they come for the throne
I'm blowing smoke
Look over my shoulder

a weapon like a shirt tail, tucked in
Because I'm taking niggas out like Huck Finn
This news just in: mass destruction, boy
Presented to you by Black Inc.

At All Times

Fiend

There's One in Every Family

1998

Welcome to a soldier world
What we do what we do

The hood go feel me on this one
They know if you get in the way of my paper chasin
Knowin it ain't no

with the mask, I'm like Tobi when I run a fade
Feeling legendary im like Broly my green comes in waves
Boy it's getting scary Junji Ito in this ish
Feel

Some May Know

Compton's Most Wanted

Represent

Compton all day, come on
Some niggas may know and some may not
Original Compton's Most
Geah

Y'all know this killer muthafucka from ah, way back
Gun

M.I.A.

Missin' Linx

Hip Hop Forever, Vol. 2

2004

sons, leak shit, we come wit tons
You could never see these ones, just our mothafuckin guns

[Chorus] 2x
[All] M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin In Action

Ruthless and rotten
I'm an extorter
Not cute nor handsome
Stick up kid
So, pay the ransom
I fear no evil
Satan's in me
Guns ammunition
They comfort me
Edgy,

I’ll shake sum like seizures
I fucked on that bitch, now it’s hasta la vista (bye)
My boy made a come up, off swiping them visas
In love with that Mary

acting funny
When I'm done what I'm becoming
Don't come asking for me
I'm timeless
Aye trying to get back to the future
Not a act in my movie I just stuck

is why when I say come over tonight
What I mean is, losing myself in the folds of your flesh
Is the only way I know how to talk about it

When you come

look suspicious in
I'm jumping this shit like stunts
I smoke the gas niggas know I can't front
Just ran out the air
Nigga go get the pump
Aye I'm having

Keep the crew high, they in love with the coco
Pradda with BZRK, got the heat by the boat load

I got so many lighters
I got so many lighters
I got so

the source
I don't style for free for di Trap Boys
Tsa di-sangoma wave riders the wannabees
Am so crazy with this rap s***
I play with a pun watch a n*** pulls

come around/
remember when I first touch down the wouldn't make a sound/ But now it's hard
to block the shine when this young nigga rhyme/ so punched in