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the time, I ain’t talking fishing…

They try to test me, get the fuck out here with all that quizzing…

A fucking business what I’m building…



[Verse 2

eat me up while I drive
It's time to get lifted
Check one check two
You couldn't get it confused
I'm a stoner with a stripper
Rolling blunts for

Motion Picture

Papoose

The Nacirema Dream

2013

And they ain't even know I was listening, silly fucks
"Papoose be stunting; yo, son, tear his kidneys up
And clap him on the top of his head, that's if he

is lose 
Steady takin drugs to ease the Pain 
Pop percs by da twos
I'm feelin slowed up 
Exotic rolled up 
Let's get pood up 
La world Stay throwed up

Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture

compare 'cause they don't understand the basics
Strikin' from the shadows, I been lurkin' with the patience
SMG 'boutta take the game by storm
They ain't

Partner to Swing

Chino XL

Here to Save You All

1996

Verse 1:
Check it, I catch more heat than a histitic jew
You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
Your individuality is missing like

ain’t fire yet 
This is Real street edict & dialect 
You type weird boring me wit them toy stories (Yawn)
When You only had a buzz for a light year 
I got

Can't Get Enough

Rah Digga

Violator: The Album, Vol. 2

2001

Or would you rather hang out with your crew?
Niggaz want to smoke with you
Maybe have a drink or two
Baby can we have a day, by the lake?
Conversate?

This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and

Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,

61502
by Raymond McDermott


Verse 1:
Well I guess the protest went late tonight
Whole city on fire like the LA riots
Trying to go downtown, Five-0

droughts
Man I sat on bricks hustler, they know it
Ain't gotta tell em' twice
Two times better than dead, yeah
I was twice as nice in a city, on a block

sauce if you aint part of the crew
You aint getting no sauce if you aint part of the group
I dont really fuck with none of these dudes
Serving all

blasphemy

Cause I can't live without mine He gave me a sound mind
Through the storm I'll be on cloud nine And that's real
We gotta lead by the assignment

The perspective of a
Mature Kid on a concrete jungle
Living life by one rule, stay away from trouble
His own bubble, frustrated cant even do it
Quit

And be miserable
Took you out to dinner
But I ain't buying
And don't touch my fries
I'll put one in your eye
Surprise baby
I'm not a nice guy
This our

I feel like I'm in my prime now
c captain of an armada who powered through all the pain and the drama
Back when my crew felt like Pinky and Brain

Two east coast brothers hit the road in an Edsel station wagon
They flipped a coin and they headed west to a random destination
If they saw this

Nothin' Move But the Money

Mic Geronimo

Dragon Style

1999

it's a fact, you've been hitted by the Master-I 



Emcees want to gun me, take my life from me 

It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but

n***** snooze
Chopper knock your head off, one by the two
F*****' y'all n***** up, y'all bottom food
I'm Ja Morant show you what these hallows do
OK,

That’s why these little bitches never get nothing from me
I just chill laugh smoke blunts with the crew
Trying to ruin my life well it ain't nothin new
Too

tell you when to come through 
One two three 
I ain’t into pouring fours 
But I roll up these trees 
And I count up this dough 
Get some more 
I been

If I got one life to live, then I rob cats for the other eight
And count it down, 1-2-3-4-5, The illest underground hip-hop, we bring it to you live

down from my crew
That shit is stupid
All this shit talking turned me ruthless
Love her like I'm Cupid
We live fast the way we moving
I like ass how dat