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night shawty I don’t wanna build a future

Surrounded by these baddies
Baddies & their friends
After I switch them out and dip ‘cause I got different

it back to that boom-bap
I'm talkin' Gang Starr, Wu Tang
KRS, and T La Rock
Music will never be the same
Yeah I do it for the culture
While Mumbler's

tight jeans
When I jump in I rip em'
I was bumping Gang Starr and Wu Tang in my system
Gems from the underground
I bang em' out till they glisten

Look

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

man Guru
Gang Starr representing, AKA Baldhead Slick
Kno'm'sain, I'm in the house
With my man Kamach straight like that
Philly to New York to Worldwide

In My Backyard

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

the Police.
I met a Material Girl who said Poppa Don't Preach.
They say love bites like an angry Def Lepperd,
Like a Nine Inch Nail being pushed in by Trent

I'm sick (yeah)
My wrist (yeah)
Knicks, aye, aye (gang, gang, gang)
Kid, aye (gang, gang)

They call me QuanDawg, but I don't bite (Dawg)
I'm a real

Black History

PRhyme

PRhyme 2

2018

This is for the real Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us P-Rhyme
One come from Massachusetts, the other from Texas
Had a dream to become the next

gang-ish (Gang)
Pull up to the club on antics (On smoke)
Full kit
Big drip
Atlantis (Big drip)
Whole team
Formation
That's tactics
Couple tings by

Heart beat floss feet little baby what it du
Aw shit Aw shit she just want me she love you
Nauseous car sick see these hundreds
They're all blue

the end reload
Sick wit the biness kill game no mo
Tic tic the monaaaay
Top notch got the homies on go
Bitch we can't finish Hit the end reload
Sick wit

shit
I'm back on my shit
I make them sick ouu, 
I make em sick ( swine flu)
 
Just trying to be rich 
I'm just trying to be rich 
Just trying to be rich

changed the world

We played each other's songs
The people sang along
And all was peace and love
We'd play a two hour set
Fly by private jet
I knew that I

what happened
Everybody want to show me love but You know that can’t happen
Try to show me fake luv?
I can accept the shit
Sick I gotta keep the 40 on me

Gang 
Wah
Ganja gang bitch
Aye aye wah
Gang gang
ObeyThaRapper on the track...
So wtf

Running man running man
I be running up bands 
Them blue

you 1Up then come show me that shit
I'm wit the gang and we passing ya bitch 
She do not want you cause you aint legit
The money the motto, in love wit

“Rage beats?” im Sick of those 

She say make me den come here hoe

She love that I speak spanish and im lit yeah “foco”

If He ain’t talkin money talking

to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil

my gang
No love for these thots
No love for these fake ass niggas running round
Cause I know that they hot
Niggas showing all this fake love in

to him
Ask that boy what happened to him
He got stomped on by gang, don't talk on the dead

tongue for the journey
I just threw the homeboy a quick 30
Splash City, Steph Curry
I'm sick of watchin' friends gettin' burried
It got me livin' in

love with the gang sucking like leeches
I'm in my bag, signed to this street shit
Ten grand, yeah that's nothing much 
Spend a band on some Margiela's

litty, we pull up 
(Get litty, we pull up, get litty, we pull up, get litty, we pull up)
Woah (woah)
They love when we pull up
'Cause they know gang

hate but I'm rocking with gang that's draft[01:07.76]D R A F T[01:09.26]Man I know that my boys got my back[01:11.54]D R A F T[01:14.35]I'm so sick (so