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big moves, Draymond Greene
I'm still a humbled dude tryna find my way
It's my grand rising, I'm coming forth by day
Barely rest at night, all I got is

Lost in the Storm

Chubb Rock

Bust It, Vol. 1

1995

and cries, we start huggin
On the corner in Ft. Greene, we're buggin
Tears drip as we walk to the crib
And I'ma try to be there to comfort the kid
I woke up

No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
Till 3005, hold up

Raise Up

Petey Pablo

Dirty Azz Mix, Vol. 1

2001

we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by

This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it

Treat 'Em Right

Chubb Rock

Fabriclive.14

2004

and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins

Treat 'Em Right

Chubb Rock

Rap Jams

1992

and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins

can you do?
A master at work and you don’t got a clue
Getting real mad, real mean, Joe Greene
Better shut yo mouth before I blow off yo spleen,
Ayy,

stealing styles like they No-Face
Try me, ain't got' be no trial. Its a closed case
Last nigga that tried me, it was a closed-casket
"Hold up, ain't you Anna

the Bay back
One man gunner, fuckin' with down unda
Got the mag down unda, call me Joe Plumber
I mean Joe Greene, all about my green
Still on the yellow bus

hands
Hold my inner child
Ran from decisions
I missed it
Loud sounds
Feel like a hindrance
Sun come out
When the week bows down
Don't mind me
Running for

low tinted
I be rolling up dro
If you think I'm moving fast
Then back it up slow
Never show niggas your bag
Keep that on the low
Wilding from Greene

then leave her
I get to the bag I get to the bag
No Greene card but this visa
Choppa sing like Anita
Oven bake em like a pizza
I be juiced up, juiced up

New York bred until I'm dead
Fort Greene I'm doing things
East Flatbush lotta love
Nine one four this shit is bugged
Shoutout to the manor though
Four

better get gone
Hold up I'm going beast mode
So much Greene no Ceelo
Pure young man my heart gold
Hate on me that's Gods smoke
She say she proud of me
I'm

wanna ack a fool
Find God, don't try me
Worst nigga with an eye beam
Find a scene
Yes I'm gone smoke that weed
Long as the next grass greene
Last hoe was

my head and screaming
And now I'm back on scene
Like, what it do? I'm Justin Greene
It's nice to meet you motherfuckers
Please get the fuck up off my

Where the hell my water at?
Aight, oh damn, hold on
Bitch stole 100 dollars from me almost beat her ass
Wanna top me off inside the coupe I dropped

wanna  
Don the ski mask of the robbers (Frantz Fanon) 
As if I'm not already seen as bad by the coppers (Homage) 
That's like parents being raised by

sleeping on heem
Do it by myself I got the glow I got the gleam
Damn the beat hard it was made by Anna Greene
Fucked her and I made her slab she talmbout

are increasing believe it i’m the negan ya needed
Y’all all influenced by another person
I’m influenced by who be putting the work in
Death is the only

away the thought, feed you propaganda
No one to defend you
Eliminate the leaders, force you to surrender
Blinded by the truth, you must accept it

SOUL FOOD
Words and melody by Elizabeth Greene 
Music by JC3 Studios Cave Creek, AZ

There’s like a magic in the air 
When he steps into the room

Whole country run by some old ass crackers
So I'm supposed to vote for a goddam slacker
Who happens to skip work cause they're too busy going after
More

niggaz
And these bitches on my tip right
Look homes I don't be wit all that shit
To ride yo crew
Might be intrigued by how I move
Seeing similarities in Ru