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then I would back men
That wouldn't back me but I would back them
If I got you 10 by 10
Never no if's or buts just when
But if you stitch me up
When I

At this point man i don't give a damn
Start to feel the world slip thru ya hands
Ain't no judge, but i'm giving commands
Like if i say it, then I

the reason that im signed
Fresh design mother fucking
Fuck these leprochan
I don't need no mahov wheno when
I hear ya shit again
Bout to fuck a sexy blonde

roller. 
Flow got a rebirth, them verses pack up in strollers.

Herb come by the drovers, 
Say don't mistake it for clovers, 
Cause I ain't lucky I just

to brass tacks
I got your faxes
And I got your toner
But you don’t respect my boner
Cuz my penis is not a playground
I can suck my own dick
And the way you

out and start poppin shit
Woh
You don’t want no smoke boi I promise ya
No!
I don’t keep shooters I keep hand grenades

Written: by Chukwunonso Moh

Victory

Juneya

A Tribute to P. Diddy

2003

somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two

hustling makin it flip
Young nigga fallin in love with the band life
Stand for your shit but make sure that you stand right
Don't wanna move fast I just wan

that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces
My bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
Shit you barely got sneaker money

Mama said, don’t be no killer,
Don’t get killed tho, 
Try to kick me while down, 
Better have on steel toe, 
Sometimes the weed don’t be enough, I

gotta love it
Overdone it you think you raw but you know the stomach ain't no discussion
Sun in my eyes
I'm blind to shit that don't show me none
Less it

Jay, man, I see you missing two bands

And I feel for my niggas, so I'ma look out for you
A lot of weird shit going on
I don't know where to start with

plenty swings at the pinata
But I don't see no candy here, do you?
My crew? Too cool
Start a new Ice Age
Your crew? So soft
Kinda like light rain
Whether

skate
You can go I hit bro
And we moving we back on the road
It’s no breaking we live by a code
If I hit then I pass she a hoe
Don’t be caring it don’t

them nailed to crosses 
Crucifixions in our true religion 
It's all by design 
F*** a superstition 
Let the black cat out the bag 
If you come across it

she my dinner no deep dish
She want me eat her I told her don't eat fish
Strap with that nine of my palm I delete shit
Stick just a broom with some kick

Young McCoy, yuh
This shit is for all you mumble rap motherfuckers
Specifically, no one else
Y'all better pay attention
Now I’m walking by these

this shit is too vanilla
I might get a blondie
Yeah I'm writing rhymes
And I ain't even got no food inside my stomach
Brain saying I need some
'Bout

your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only

Heavy Mental

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

band 

as I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere 

don't look back why, cause we're almost there 

just try to prepare and adapt

another category, man, don't group me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents

40 Oz.

D12

D12 World

2004

the club
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I could hurl for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get

the club
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I could hurl for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get

Ha no one's gonna pay shit for my dumb ass
Antiques road show said pay us, we'll pass
I'm a fucker take a class
You don't like what you hear think fast