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Funkdafied

RBL Posse

Ruthless By Law

Intro:
Ah, yeah in the mothafuckin house Black see and Mr. Cee from the
mothafuckin Posse this is straight out the mothafuckin lab, you know
what I'm

the herb. Remember when I used to stand on that curb
Want you a 14, just bring me six hundred.
Talkin' bout a verse, I'm still used to the
junkies
I'm with

& the shit that I been thru you a sideline nigga trying to see what I’m into but
you don’t really exist I had to event you it’s me to every time I’m writing

Excuse Me

I got Hott on the 808's
Uh
First time I ever got a little butt n****
By a log, I was digging out her guts n****
First time I bust down a sack

replay
Scratch that
In my future they gon do what we say

See
I’m unfazed by anyone who don’t like me
My mind is on my music only thing that could excite

Yeah, she went to Howard U
She not a punk, she opened up, that's what flowers do
Caribbean mami, I went and got a view
Free spirit, we never was

is aching and the beast inside it's time to Wake it

Let me tell you my lil story
My momma had two kids and she was struggling Always worried
The men

Now I ain't no Dr. Dre
But I don't wanna hear any chat 'bout patience
Been trying to go two steps forward a day
Some man take you back ten paces

I can't get you out my head
Want you to tell me I am yours
Cuz you're the sweetest thing I ever saw
Got me on Sunday singing "Oh my God"
But I'm

ain't got the answers Man, I'm just another guy
And in the Spirit I identify, qualified by the anti-lie mind that you've come to rely on to help you pry

section

I started to sweat
And to breathe heavy
Wondering what to do
Feeling like
Like I was going to explode

I got up
Walked outside
Made up my mind
Went

dream in a noose?
Questioning the path I'm paving, now it's half past 2
But, I think I got something here, but I don't really know if I can battle my fear

One, two, three, go
And I can't go yet, cuz I know it ain't my time
Got labels in my DM's, said "Fuck em'" I wont sign
Bitch I'm trynna make it

future where the next generation aspires.

So don't judge us by the clothes that we wear,
Or the tattoos on our skin, we're more than what's there,
We're

Ordinary Weekend

John Wesley Harding

Why We Fight

1992

where I've been

We met up on the Saturday, I thought it was us two
But I had not asked questions not knowing what to do
Twelve of them were in

envy what they dont receive
Eventually its what they need even if you bleed
No sentiment and now you green to the crooks and thieves
A bunch of Busters

really finna fly
I'm inna stu Im cooking up, Its pressure what I'm finna apply
That Monroe Homan 3400 block, Where I'm committed by
And fuck

for 8 years no time to chill
Tellin you industry’s got me confused 
We’re all obsessed with the views 
Why are we dead on the news
I been stuck with

Life ain't perfect 
You gotta take what you got 
Then work it
Where I come from 
We don't get head starts 
Straight from the bottom 
Just tryna reach

Vlone
Niggas know what we on
Bnb what she on
Got her topless finna give me neck
Niagra falls
She wet
I'm the nigga that you can't be
Know these niggas

seeing
But you can't wear these prescriptions
Man what were they thinking
I think I'm tired of hearing all these lil niggas making shit up
I call bullshit

earkles now
I'm gonna have the lines jumping like a fish fry
I'm full of pride
But don't compare me to no six nine
The hair got colors
So da rainbow what

to see what was the matter. 
When, what to my curious eyes should appear, 
But Santa in a Prius pulled by flying reindeer, 
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! It's

Im about to roll in quick
Im about to get my fix 
Whats up with these kids 
Why they all up on my hip
I got the sauce that drips 
How much can i get