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Proud face forward, a queen on silver wheels
Powerfully pulling us along the shining rails

We're on the Blue Bell line
On the Blue Bell line
Train

tum
Be out expressing my feels
Hard to tell fake from the real
Doing everything to stop you
Feeling like deal or no deal
Putting my pain in the song
Is

cause a little ruffle
In feathers of conglomerates
Might turn out like nipsey hussle
Send in the muscle
Opening minds by the bus load
Embrace horrors in

past that like my last rap put the game knowledge on fast track
Few hundred racks off of snapbacks hood life T's boom bap
A decade carving that own path

da bag I like colors green pink and blue
All im sayin pay attention what you better do
Ok I am da one fuck do yall know bout
Give me da mic an I bet

the earth back
We're under attack
We need a hero
But the villains took us off the tracks
On the fringe
Crimson tinge
Stained shirt
And a bundle of sins

Bergen Oslo
So take us to the ladies and great trees
I got a Norway G named KB
The royal flip beef he will soil kids
My brothers on that grease like oil

this with my chest
Muthafuck how a hater feel
These grown-ass kids
Are multiplying each year
And I'm saying this with love
It's time for Men to be Men

the middle of the tracks then went opposite ways
Lindsey, I was pining like a kid for that naivete
Before we knew what we didn't want to know and said what we

niggas getting beat
My old homies watching over me
Why I never lose my loyalty
My momma stressin' I don't wanna see
Had to raise us by her lonely

I got so

Let's Ride

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

Rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga 
When I say green nigga all about his cream nigga 
I suggest invest in a tank and a vest 
'Cause me and all my

and Boss Blind sippin' on the F and Vodka
If you violate us, out comes the choppers, Had the broads and the cars, but I lost it all
Use to be ballin' way

Yeah
Yeah
Big Greg back on the track, gonna smoke crack
Thought I could give some of it to my cat and it shat
Shat all over the place
And I put that

Waiting for lights, cameras, zeros, action
Rhymes written on paper with zero passion
All I really need is numbers, couple zeros after them
Like damn, fuck

in the eighth round
By spelling breakdown
From the beat & the rhyme tone, jump in the cyclone
Styles, yes i know
We're the ... team, maxime....
Put 'em

The smell of humans makes me wanna rip your face apart
And shove a fucking blade up your ugly fucking cunt

I'll eat your kid limb by limb
I'll set

The Realest

Lil' E

The Realest

2001

never, had a friend like me
Will I live to see twenty three
Or will them guerillas come for me
They gone' remember evil L-I-L-E
My destiny, what's in

Mary on the Mend

Cherry Ghost

Thirst for Romance

2007

By rights we should have been choking
On every word the preacher had us repeat
A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag
The first aid

like the chair's musical
Peace and games now, but ain't a distant scene to see
The blast cavities indicative the history between us
It's been war,

at got us feeling like we made it
But we still ain't there
5 years late life still ain't fair no
So I write my rhymes
And my time will come I can see them

the rookie police let us
Now that's bull-ish, cuz we dont act sweet
Cuz i can run 10 laps in a track meet

Chorus:
Keep it moving it's on now
Making it punk

you never took a look at the thing that’s lurking inside of us all
And when the dominoes fall, ha
I won’t be here too long
If you were asked, would you

even ask me
I’m blowing track meet blunts
All by myself 
He’s stuck 
A couple laps he’s up
Gotta go past these ducks
Gotta get past these fucks
Round

I see the kids running on by
That girl in the summer dress with the sunshine smile
I hear the birds whistling in the trees
It's like they know how