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When I call chrisrob you know the mold gets fluid
Willem boys ever know that Dafoe goin stupid
I tell em y'all goin stupid
And I watch frame by frame

you're feeling a way and I'm dabbing
Uh, I'm living lavish
Everything real no distractions
Never make the mistake Rob made by blowing a hundred

thugged out I didn’t want to work a lame job while all the homies either sell cocaine or rob 

I went to school high never made to high school listens

to stop me, forget it I'm never quitting
Hip hop it's deep in my roots I'm nothing new to this
Not to pursue it would have been considered ludicrous

to all these pearls around me
Try and stop me

Bullets wizzin' by
Focused
I shoot with both eyes open
Anti-crime wise guy
Truth
Survival depends

Yeah! Uh!
Thought for Food, Volume Three
Bronzeman, he's back
Yes, I'm back, man
Shout out to Motown, Gun Rule (It's me, Jesus Feet)
All my niggas,

Aye, all of my life had to make a purpose
I  pull up with a gun ain’t no baby Berkin
Had  to switch out the chopper
Cuz the drake not working
I still

it all from me
But she ain't rob me of my soul
I got these women in my phone
For the lonely in my bones
And even when they cum, I still feel alone
I

Aye

Yeah

Yeah

Aye Its tez by the way

Im cashing all of these checks checks
My diamonds be wet wet
If you want smoke that's a bet bet
We flyer

liked computers and
He talked with a lisp (Hey Chrisss)
They embarrassed him in all ways
Lunch room, gym class, bathroom, hallways
All day sometimes it

of stupidity would
Rob them of their hope of living happily. 
The endings are often a little bit gory.
I wonder why they didn't just change their story. 
We're

kid I need my cake
They still sending search warrants
Like I ain't beat that case
Bitch I be all on niggas heads like beats by Dre

Took a nigga work

nice x 10

And what goes better with a lil' ecstasy
Then some hardcore gabber by me, Rob GEE
So for all you people, xxxxxxing out there

splatter
Rarely seen the space boggle your
Mind like I'm dark matter
And burn slow, anything that my beam scorches
And kill everything and rob the
Earth

Mayhem

Federation

The Album

2004

rob ya
Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang
  
Well it's your nigga Big Bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya
Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying

VERSE

IT’S NOT LIKE ME TO SIT AROUND AND CRY
BUT I HAVEN’T BEEN MYSELF ALL NIGHT
I’M LIKE A COYOTE WAITIN’ FOR THE MOON
I’VE GOT THE IN THE MEANTIME

There is something strange down by the cemetery
Emptying the graves left and right
Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings
Underneath the pale

My First Time

Jin

Presents the Emcee's Proper'ganda

2005

This is a motion picture
Courtesy of The Emcee
With an original score, by the Golden Child
I wanna tell y'all bout my first time
I know its kinda

probably figure out  who I am,shit I use to be scam,and some of my folks got fooled by the noise I created with no gat please give me a chance to change all

surrounded by drug addicts
Making money is a habit
Nothing short than living lavish
All about my veggies
Got that lettuce, broccoli, and cabbage

They saying

far
Y'all have no idea how many sleepless
Or hungry nights we spent
On the fucking floor and couches just
Trying to get to this point
But no matter how

For real, if we ain’t get money
Y’all better thank God that I ain’t rob y’all
Bet that street shit don’t faze ya
Bout to burry everybody that
Said they

a ngga with Heisman
Status start to smoke
I seen my people gettin’ sprayed
So we all can vote
And do my dirt all by my lonely
Don’t involve my folks
Your

am I supposed to say?
If you turn to me one day
And ask me what’s the point of all this

I don’t wanna let you down
By letting myself drown
In