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Me, Fuck me, Ali's a giant
There's no way other fighters can match him
He a die for this shit
I'm not gonna die for this
I'm not street by any means

One More Chance

Wayne Wonder

The Creole Reggae

2004

I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you

since then playing my part
Life’s going by like Neptune, take it in no test tube
Blessed up, spittin at you, some of these old lines vault shit little

getting it if you
Ain't splitting it the right way?
Boy that's waste!
WAIT!!!
Maybe I'm a little old fashioned
Cuz I love my Master
Over the masses

Bitch, I go by 224, move a half a bow
Got some bitches who gon' do it what I say so
Bitch, I go by 224, move a half a bow

Might just pour a deuce in

on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
 
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but

when the pressure's on bet it all on me
Back up on my shit fresh off my old ways
Everything new except the old J's
I know they hating
I know they waiting

I'm not ready for it no
No I'm not ready for it no
I just been getting by
Simon says up's and down's
It's getting hard to try
In the mirror I see

smashed on, 360 get his dash on,
By any means necessary, get ya cash on,
I ain't flashin', I'm passin' passed 'em,
I never will lie, I testify, just ask

This Nigga hell bent
I'm tired of doing the same old shit that niggas did
I'm tired of living a life set out by y'all for me to live
The plan was to make

the one with a caustic bite
I ain't the one who gotta live just like
You do when you tell me that you love me
But that's a falsity, justified by your means

where dating means you go with me
And the outside come with therapy
My parents had the Jacksons
We had Jodeci
Hey, remember the lyrics to Save by the Bell

James, 3-1, come back
Never count me out, cause I'll shut these fuckers' mouth, yeah

Fuckin' bitches for stacks, makin' money is a hack
And I ain't never

After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me

on God
I guess im penning you this song ofcourse
As a diary of sorts
And to the older generation
I guess you know what this is for
I mean my nigga
Ofcourse

got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with

you know what i mean
You know what i mean that f & n gone reach
Im knocking out teeth ya bitch wanting me
Im james in the peach smoke yoda og
Tryna fix

herself in so long, somebody come and getchyo baby
She's a Rick James super freak yeah what's old for her is new for me and I want to learn
Maybe I should

that dress you wear 
Oh baby, you always . . .  look good in red.

It's a mean old world, it seldom is fair,
There's blues all around, and I've had my

a dream that I made the opps bleed
I left a goofy dead at the scene, I mean it was vividly
Ask God why did my big bro leave
Why we gotta duck when we see

could go back and tell him better
But now it's too late
All of them hours outside
Taking jump shots in the rain
14 years old dunking 
A young Lebron James

here we go
No one ever told me that all of those that had known me would one day be in my music
Immortalised and the old me would hold me and say so much

became God where I'm from
I walked among a crowded field of peers
Some enemies some worse
By that i mean some were friends
And knew how they could hit me

One More Chance

Zebra

The Best of Zebra: In Black and White

1998

I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you