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The Last Song

Above the Law

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore 
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C. 
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G 
So all hail

21st holla at us!
Ain't been the same since my brother passed
Ain't been the same since my brother passed
Never knew something could hurt this bad

Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture
I'm one

Wild Style

Statik Selektah

Lord Giveth, Lord Taketh Away

2011

up them cookies like Famous Amos
Shit get rectified by sticking this dope in a bitch's anus
Hit the visible, shoot that to my brother let's get this

be chasing 
Winning but I'm just pacing 
Now look at me and say hi 
Honestly love being high
And time keeps passing me by
While I'm chilling in the sky

while the entourage
Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod
Our lyrics blend like camouflage
You be wondering what's happened like Rog

Would I pronounce wrong?
It’s cool, I don’t bother
They don’t like rap
But they act
On bands
That only do covers
Brother
Imma poet
Pick a language
Imma

Stop yapping my name These lyrics go harder
It's jc for me Shawty stay dancing on rhythm with me
4s on my feet It different a week
Ay shawty stay bugging

Sony handycam in my hand
My brother started a local disco-punk band
Today is their first gig, their first time on stage
And people are singing

Baby Bootsy 23 n Me

(c) 2020 – Raymond Francisco Quinton
Lyrics By Raymond F. Quinton
Performed Raymond F. Quinton

Doctor Doctor Come Here quick
I

no dap
The homies been hurting just toss him a pack
I grew with my brother surrounded by crack
Can't get no sleep somebody at the back
I'm cooking it

with that, these bitches getting bad by the minute getting mad when I stepped back then, hardly slept back then I don’t care I’m the only one who changed

nigga, raw lyrics, that’s a super stretch,

Looking back to where we started making music at, 

And now a mansion in the Hamptons where we shooting at,

up to the top it a struggle gotta climb
Think im fake ima make you think again
Snap out that world your in start thinking logically
Band so fat got

done flew back to the city now I gotta get fur
Then I see my brother is you good I'm good yessir
50 Bands in a rubberband on the dresser
Don't wonder how

Attract the gold diggers cause I got the bands
I got me and my brothers don't like havin' friends
I go out and go flex cause I know that I can
When

why wait so long for my success?
328 pin to the gate ima buzz you in
Only brother closest to my heart would have to be twin
Hunnids in my pocket wit

No hands on the wheel, wiping tears off the glass
Okay yeah with you by my side I'll run another lap
You're my friend, you be where I'm at
With me when

I'm coloring the ocean
With Crayola crayons
Coca Cola, you could sell it you can make a band
I ain't talking bout the soda if you understand
Knew I was

Okay
I got out the trap, I was trapped in
Front your brother he might run off with the back end
Hair standing up on my neck when the sack in
All I

just asked me like, when we gon' drop
We was in the cave with Sav, DMoney, and Flock

Can't believe he got popped, another one by the gun
First thing I

a canyon I'm grand
An I am not taking the heart out my lyrics there crazy they must be on zan (damn)
There's more than one way you can stack up a band

Belly Lyrics

Look
Hustle like an cfrican mother out the motherland 
Tryna get a hunned bands 
But sumn bout these streets man I don't understand

soap
I'm preaching lyrics to my generation
If you tell em to them straight
Bitch they won't take it
We going to the plug
Ain't no time for fucking