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(Still Your Boy Shun Hybrid)

[Bridge]
Hey, God damn Mo'fucka Man You looking at the new me
The names H.Y.B.R.I.D, Young niggga don't try me
You say you

love baby
Full on your love
Still can't believe you're here with me
Stayed up all night wondering how it would be
Can't concentrate when you look back my

without it I'm toxic
Like thc be my oxygen
If you want it we got it
Gotta see to believe it
Girl on my way when you call me
It won't be long til we be there

some people I ain't never seen
The OGs keep telling me, "Boy, you gon' make history"
I told my bitch you better ask about a nigga in these streets
We

Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color

You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off

had faith
Grown up just like me
Fuck that
I'm trying my best
Shut the fuck up
You have a rare gem
Believe in something outside of yourself
I used it for

taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.

We get it in a flash like paparazzi,
Cars, crib,

Pressure

Jay-Z

Food & Liquor

2006

Investigation, out in Europe on vacation
I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy
(Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy
Sound boy, you don't

tryna flip and
Drift with me that subliminal shit
Then bomb for you braggin' bitches
So prepare to get so so by some real Outlaw

(Well, I just heard some

S.D.E.

Dave East

Kairi Chanel

2016

homicide, it's that disgusting
Pulled the hammer on me, I said "fag you bluffing"
From Lennox Ave to Killa 1st
I get skrilla, yeah Killa I'm still in first

hanging by a thread
You told me what you want from me, and that is not enough
Tell me that you still believe you left me all alone
Needed someone to grab my

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

children to come unto me.

*
In your refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the gutless passive observer.
Are you so

progression
Got you thinking I'm the best and I ain't in a competition to be questioned
I believe that all I'm getting in the present
Is a gift so follow me I'm

Listen here, you gotta believe me
When I say it was an accident I mean it
Now dammit, just free me!
I’m behind these bars, but I can still drop all

twist or gibberish
Eat me up like oranges as I deliver this
Have a slice or a tablet like I'm a pharmacist
Santa's providing you with a horror flick as I

irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b- in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be

irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b- in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be

just like Danny Zuko in your tight black jeans
And I'm a sucker for the bad boy look, you know that's me
You got me blushing like an idiot, you're in my

Protools on my Mac so I ain’t
Bored when I sit at home
And I’m calling Psy up for the plug
Ins boy I love you bro

I fell off from my eating better habit's

Stay out the mix unless I'm Dropping a tape
Still in my bag guess I'm stuck in My way
Still  on my Shìt swatting flies out My face
You want my position

're hittin' the J, you know I'm in everytime
If the boys are chillin', just give me the word
I'm about to leave, but fuck the birds
(But fuck the birds)

(Aye

The record is playing the crowd is moving
Pump up the bass in the place
Party people, no time to waste
No matter how fast you walk I am faster
Don't let me get

the strings
The irony, they know your boy nice they still trying me
They ask my advice they admire me
Homie you good but you misunderstood I said rap from your

Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me - it ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)