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Buthel: bass /b-vocals, Chris Coleman: drums, Brandon ‘Showtime' Bland: hammond organ, Jerry Kelley: b-vocals.

You got tight reputation
Strong sense

Portrait of the Artist as a Hood

3rd Bass

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your

blow
Yall can keep talking, but this is what I know
Yall Gary Coleman niggas ain't neva gon grow
Grasscut low so I can see the snakes
Grasscut low so I

a sound bite
All you niggas is not original
Y'all just copies
I got the birds
And they still flocking
Steady chasin down tha goals
Still hawkin
It's just

knighter
caffeine drip got me wired, eyes red but try fight it
slur the esses and the cs start sliding
locked down look who’s writing in a harsh climate
600

Them mtuhafuckaz gon be lookin' fo ya.
Passed they ass up!
they hate that shit...
Keep it Pushin'



Written by: Ernest W Coleman Sr

and down
Don't even bring that type of shit Around me
Bring that type of shit around me
Bring that type of shit around me
Straight up and down
Don't even

of y’all niggas can’t afford me
What the score be if you tryna score me
I'm a trophy always on the floor seat
I touch down in your town, escorted by

pulling up for me
Most y'all niggas can't afford 
What the score be if you tryna score me
Ima trophy always on the floor seat
I touched down in your town,

of the red
Line of the wock I'm sipping that shit
two girls one cup.
Crank'er Crank'er
I be knocking em down
Migo bitch ate me up gave her bump then took her

get to hawkin
Doctors ain't gon save him when we dump him in that fresh leaf
Red pill inna matrix dodging weapons formed against me
Back up on my bully

black hawkin me
Niggas better duck when we hit they street 
Parachute the homies in ya hood my g
Look like iraq for a couple weeks 
Nigga I ain’t playing

Written by Jeff Coleman

I look at you look at me in a mirror
I’m struck by the glow that surrounds your face
A beauty a wonder that no one can come

Boy toma nota o meu rap é big como o Coleman
Desligo a chamada
Como o beat com controlo man
Rap a vir-me pela boca ejaculo com o efeito
Com a nota

the weather I'll weather
I'm down with whatever
Whenever you call me
I'm that nigga that answers
And all them other niggas 
Don't pick they phone up
Cause when

my flow
cnd nothing gonna dim my glow
Why the beat gotta drop so slow
cnd the bass gonna rock down low
Got dreams that'll make you cold
Been blessed by

victorious
Scar for scar, the way a nigga would flow
I'm ready to fight now, fire to fire
Hit for hit now, blow for blow
You think you can take me?
See this is

Bang Time

M.O.P.

Foundation

2009

circled by the grimiest niggas (c'mon!)
Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod
In the field where the real niggas are born (ghetto)
There's no surgeons

Break it down roll the earth in a leaf
Spark it up I just need some relief
Look in my eyes it's just me versus me
Been out my mind yea the drugs set

Written by: Brandon Hawkins

Performed by: Brand ‘Nu



Verse

Let me get a peek, girl you know I’m nasty

No matter where we at, I get a little

and the game lashing in reaction to the stacking and maccing plains roaming like a tiger sipping cider hawkin gain pawnstar coins diamonds strippers glockz

or Queen B
This ain't new news
Don't confuse
From the dark hues
Jazz and blues grew
Side by side too
Preview what I have in store
The tambourine is here

Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)

Uh, let me tell you 'bout

and them Cousins can't be next To me
Don't wanna hear about destiny
She the real bitch, not life, that's Unsettling
Swear I lock it down just Like a wedding