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the remix
I'm winning like every season, ain't nothing fucking with me, bitch
Forget tucking a tail, y'all niggas be tucking penis
Behind you, then running

fix or he'll motherfucking croak
Maybe that's why I be left alone
King of poverty without a motherfucking throne
What sits on my head is a motherfucking

these fine hoes
If you ever see a lady, treat her with class
But these disrespectful b*tches, beat they ass
And don't hesitate to represent the game right

Bleed out my demons
Aren't you gonna strike
Bleed out my demons
And so the dead try to stay
But they got carried away
By the living, to all the grocery

Hey, child
You're another stack in the pile
Don't worry, your mother will be fine
Don't let them buy your smile
If you can't live here
Go find

Twisted Truth

Pestilence

The Best of Grindcore & Destruction

1994

of hypocrisy
The philosophy chosen to live by
Has brought you your mortality

A reason to die
No remission of sins committed
When you were fighting the lie

eyes closed, gun in hand, locked and loaded 
Acknowledge it in case you want apology or prolly throw an oranges at me 
And try to gossipin' and all

in case one of u bucked I was gon let u have it
The world don't give a fuck what the type of shit that we be facing
Done turned our women into enemies

you still are willing to keep on checking in 
Looking in
Juvenile two year old with a microphone 
Sitting and spitting these writtens that been killing

society
I be on my own time ain’t nobody clockin me
If I get killed today I know who slide for me
I wanted just ya loyalty why you had to lie to me
You

was broken in two
I was so lost by myself I couldn't imagine without you
It was hard to think about just what the fuck I would do
Even harder to cope

went by the name of Big Jim
He was outwardly bold but he wasn't too old
He wanted somethin' more than the championship gold
No he was fighting for

know where you at dawg)
Ain't a pretty place to be, no breaking me
A last straw placed upon my back could never crack it, that's a fact dawg
Black Sun

scheme (Damn)
I hang with them ones who gotta get money
That's by any means
If life not about money, girl
Get you some money you'll see what I mean

I

baatein tum sunna nae chahtay ho
Sunke par aatay ho sabko sunatay ho
Kia tha han samjha
Kia tha bey seekha
I'm preaching you niggas you fuckers actin doofus

hunnid everytime I’m in the mall

F*cling all these b*tches, hit em once and never call

Cant argue with these n*ggas cause our money too tall and they

You know
There's something about being in nature
And sittin' by the lake
And counting down from 10
It just keeps me from smacking the sh*t out

Keep It Live

Jamal

Last Chance, No Breaks

1995

with me (uh ha) I take you back to 1983
It was shell top sneakers and it was all about me
Me growin' up makin' a man out of myself
kindergarten's cool

compared with good mahogany

Collapsing the undying postcard romance

With feline perspicacity by the university

That night I held a paucity

Which you

Gangsta Vocabulary

Threat

Bad Newz Travels Fast

1997

[ VERSE 1: Threat ]
Fresh out my khaki fatigues
All you B.G.'s, you little leagues
??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent

rose
This the cycle of a broken home Forced to be strong
I won't stop til' all my Lil' homies Own
That property, instead of rentin'
I'd rather see you

wavy baby you my lovable
Bubble-bubble
Bubble-bubble-bubble
Bubble gum
My yummy yum
To the pillow, uh
By the window, uh
But don't be too still though

Riding with my niggas you know what's in the Swisher
Cup is activated but we ain't on a mission
We just riding
We just riding
Ridin with my niggas

don't cop no weed

So I picked up Da drank
Shit, I might just be the problem
Keep them niggas out of my face
But really, I just think them niggas mad