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When the smoke clears, and I see the light
I'm surrounded by four walls
Padded and white
In a straightjacket, dammit
This isn't the end
Curses,

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

see the value I hold
Unless I'm filling up they pockets or I'm bringing em gold
World so cold
I'll be murdered by the streets before I sell my soul

I

Intrigued

Das EFX

Back in Business

1997

[Parrish Smith]
Yeah, epmd and das efx, time to flex
Like funkmaster, back to business in your tape deck
Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded

back
To the tippy, come from a crazy city
Bloodshed leave the dirt red like Mississippi
That's why I'm buying it brick by brick
Run the baseline til I

year
2020 Got a clear view
Applying pressure
Switching gears
Hold on
Money is calling
I pick up the phone
Not talking bout money?
Bitch leave me alone
No

Disappear [Bonus Track]

Bubba Sparxxx

Deliverance [Bonus Track]

2003

can handle
And no I ain't content with that gold on the mantle

If hip-hop's dead then I rose from the shambles
As him to which why'all can't hold

the smoke clears
And I've seen the light
Surrounded by four walls padded in white
In a strait jacket damn it!
This isn't the end curses, super hero!
We shall

Ride Wit Me

Sybersound

Party Tyme Karaoke: Pop Party Pack

2003

Where they at?

If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be

with these words I’m painting pictures
Getting high, high definition
Clear cut, vivid
I do be like Lilian
I come for the maX a million
If we talking bout

moment the storm grows darker
Clutched to our chests, all that we cherish
Whipped about by a whirlwind
Certain that we will perish
Like a little child, I

I got strawberry letter, 27
I got gold bananas
Engraved with my grandmother's
Title signature what you got?

I got me a bunch of haters
Got me

ya
I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya
Man, don't let the city get ya
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler
If them

being charged
Lost a lot to love
When shit it's free to never get involved 
Well

I'm a fool
And like the title
Been deceived it's
Not exaggerating 
Look

Taxing

Special Ed

The Best of Special Ed

1999

it and I hold it
Then I walk to and talk to the crowd, cause yo, I sold it
You bought it, you thought it wasn't worth
But the record went gold, it

know that by now, life is a bitch who does not remain stable
Taking the title like Netflix to Cable
Rap is the Bible this Cain shit to Abel
Just a young

When the smoke clears
I be downtown
Shooting shots in My 8th year
I need my buckets by the night
Like It's a triple double
I know these bitches getting

Trouble by the morning air, my fear is the culprit
Pickin' at my brain, hope my bones clear from the vultures
Stumbling I got here, my head back from

Rowdy

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

the Folgers
Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight
Ridin' by the lake, double X's on my license plate
(Bitch, I keep that) big bass, so they know I'm in

Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial

ya boys try to get ya, (i'll be by your side)
i made it clear from set off, (yeah, you know i'll ride)
if ya got a pill cap, baby, (do it poppy)
if

8:46 i look thru the list 
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in