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that nigga
Stay solid
Keep that shit a hundred
Type shit
Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexh
It's Wilt the Stilt
You know I put up a hundred
My

corresponding
Said you weren't built to comply with this life by the look in your eyes could tell you got sum knowledge
Potential lil' bitch go to college
I love

Hate in Yo Eyes

Mack 10

Bang or Ball

2001

to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"

and cold-cocked.
And maybe it’s time we start to throw rocks,
cause we ain’t living in a glass house.
If you’re telling me you wouldn’t fuckin lash out,
you prolly

increasing watch whats fin to happen
I done came too far just to start slacking
Rich pulling strings for me like Eric Clapton
Walked in with the guys but I

Composed by Winki Tang@Espoir
Lyrics by Vicky Wong@Espoir
Arranged and produced by Eric Narvaez

The world was darkened with the breathless touch

(Awful P, verse 1)

If being gutter's a sport, then I'm the captain/
You looking at the grime ball champion/
I'm Adderall, while y'all Ambien/
With

down 
Eric to Breeze he’s a rapper now,

(Hook)
The only thing I’m sorry for is that I’m sorry that I’m not,
So when you See that sequence open up your

Eric Dyson
Might have to change my name - Jennifer Bynum
If you flashy you creating resentment? or you inspiring
Lyrically I'm a tyrant, violent with

kill shit?
Why you gotta say that?
Yo, yo, yo
Never did fuck with snitches
All broke niggas gon' flaunt they riches
Only lil' boys go brag bout bitches

hood rock in the clubs 
I love my life i stay loaded right up
I up this hat if it's up then it's stuck 
I gotta ride with a mask and you know I keep

tomorrow
Rose in the line, think that I'm blind
And I'm co-signing with codeine on my mind
I stand by my money, what you stand these bitches
I think I know

at my wrist quick thats the time I be on
Is you really with this baby you can be honest
Bitch Im way beyond this petty shit you be on
I just run it up get

thrown get revolked
This coke is sold by the kilo
Yo card, yo whole squad on repo
Sticks make a bitch nigga
Think that he deebo
Denoted
Get cracked with

always rock a smile even if I'm called bastard

Now, what, the fuck, you think you're gonna do to me
I'm the type of guy that's not even particularly liked

Courtesy

PRhyme

PRhyme

2014

you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ

(I can't control it, can't hold it, it's

undergrad, she was bisexual but I thought it was a fad
She was you know the independent type, she had the crib by herself and I was there Like every night
But

please
Name and occupation: Aes, I twidddle thumbs with underlings
Orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs
Barrel in escorted by a chorus line

Nigga, you just another rapper
Tryna have the image
But don't want the scabs and stitches
Shit that come with it
And if you ask me, that's backwards, nigga

Do What I Feel

Tha Dogg Pound

Dogg Food

1995

blue sky and a clear blue day
Fo' a G from D-P-G to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga you wants to fuck with, get

Carry the Weight

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

had too 
with no hesitation lock load then blast you 
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks 
fuckin' all these chicks 
Sellin' rock by the bricks

thing I do is get up and pray
Oppose me you'll lose it all like Eric Benet
Side with me and you'll forever be straight
It's a war game anything goes even

want me
To go to school
I ask too many questions
And I don't play by their rules. 
In school they tried to tall me
That a rock is not alive
But I have

Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get