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kickin, you on angel dust
My angels my shooters, they watchin from above
2022nd year, but I took a leap
Don't let it go over ya head like a balcony
I got em

2 Real

Scarface

My Homies

1998

So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks 

I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones 

But I had to realize

put a hole in your son while he's holding your sun chips
While you're over there with a chip on your shoulder
Like you Hova or some shit
Your flow is

Blood For Poppies

Garbage

Not Your Kind of People [+CD]

2012

Salute the sun, I've been sitting here all night long
Hauling rock over Buddha with the Longhorn
Got a hole, rip a pocket off my uniform
With

about my skin hue
Nancy drew mystery we living free like Florence Pugh
If you think you can affect our sinew, heh well das cute
I see you looking over

Flashbacks rattling around in my head
Reminiscing in my bed, where'd I go? Shit
Flashback scenes back to when I used to dream of being king
Now I

I will never be afraid, never run away
Hold my head up incase they try to infiltrate
I will never dry up, never fade away
Hold it down with my

get that ass touched
I glide through the streets, gat in my lap
One under the seat
K in the trunk like who want it with me?
Don't make it to trauma

Wish I never ever left my bed (My bed)
Right these issues and the bits need sorting
Meet the demons in my head (Yeah)
How long's the road you’re prepared

Niggas have to understand you don't have to be gangsta to be in the streets man
If I old you I was sixteen riding around with forty eight pounds

Lulled to sleep by sirens
And the electric flash from late night trains
And life was as beige as my dad's Ford Cortina
My camp mannerisms coming across if

begin

Running it backwards to do it again
Over and over, the cycle begins
That liquor consumption done fucked up my function
Ready or not, we gon' meet

The Chase

RZA

Bulworth [Original Soundtrack] [Clean]

1998

a bulldozer, knocked my ass over 
I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over 
to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER 
I bust through

Beergut

Fishbone

Chim Chim's Badass Revenge

1996

My friend yousta be thin
He's get all the women
We'd go kick it at the bar
But his drinkin' went too far
He could see over his belt
The brotha was

You a op better duck 
Cause the homies out gunnin
Double cup 
Yea my cup runneth fuckin over 
Red Cup 
Yea you know That's full of energy
40 on hip
Cuz

Setup by a fiend, I gave credit in the past
Niggas ain't loyal no more, it's forgotten
You can't enjoy the fruits of your labor if they rotten
My type

Tony
She gon' fuck the gang
She gon' get fucked for surely
Wad in my pocket just like Rollie Pollie
When the Glock by my side
You know the suite life,

to the voices in my head
Wake up every morning with no one by my side, letting the depression take over my mind
But I cant sit around and let it waist my time,

token
Odds are, you’re luck’s over
Now i’m takin out the joker like i’m playin poker (huh)
Can you hang with my commitment
Criminals the bane of my

to see

Living in a mobile home
Are they coming for us one by one
By one
By one
By one

By one
By one
By one
By one

Welcome over-saturation
Keep my eyes

As Lonesome as It Gets

Tracy Lawrence

The Coast Is Clear

1997

I've been sitting here alone in the darkness
With the sound of goodbye ringin' in my head
I don't know how much longer I can go on like this
I'm

Your dress my thoughts my best
Sitting here while time passes by
These thoughts are running thorugh my head
Stare at the ceiling count it's tiles
My

Fuck on
Fuck on
30-30s with thirties, thirty niggas, we dirty
I got my shooters they shootin', we show them niggas no mercy
From the pot

from Alabama, it hit like 9/11 (woo)
Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11 (woo)
She got like hella bodies, I'm always percolated (woo)
And I won't