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a couple million, stack a billion
Business as usual, death in the colonies
What is that but state to state armed robbery
Just a road move on a bigger level

Glenwood Projects

Ill Bill

What's Wrong With Bill?

2004

ya ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching they heads

Famous

Tinchy Stryder

Third Strike

2010

cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one

Yea. Story time homie.

A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep

words were ringin' louder in my head every since (I promise)
That yellowtail was hotel-level, next time we connect
We hit a spot up that's real special

Vollprofi bist
Denken Hoes, sie dürfen biten und dann Gold holen damit
Seid ihr stolz auf mich?
Ich rede von Sun-Diego-Level
Ob ihr wollt oder nicht

Sky's the Limit

Dres

Sure Shot Redemption

1999

start 

Smackin em...I take em to the maximum...level..you retreat, 

Complete 

Back pedal....The Microphone Lord...I'm steppin off with a bad

I bring to it
(What you bring to it?)
Wet pussy by the light behind the curtain
Paper towel wrapped around her
Thigh absorbing it (Ah)
I'm the type

paid by the end of month
Night time with the right guys we never analyze what you talking bout
In a paradise living kinda nice better check them guys

myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's

You mad that you can't develop shit
So you come at me to stay relevant
But you not even on the fuckin' level that I'm in
So don't even try to excel with

Rap's behemoth
Check the tracks the whole album steaming
Passion gleaming, pass the seasoning
They wanted a plate so I had to feed em
Now I have em

judge me on everything
One thing, Pronounce my last name
Then tell me who's full of shit
Bitch you're not on my radar I'm levels above that
Sometimes I

On the same level as ET, why y'all make it so easy?
I'm just a snack rapper, getting greedy
I'd destroy your whole album with a EP
Like really? I don't even

to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still

n*ggas shit back,
That was back in my younger days,
We used to spin around
Ah f*ck,
I went and bought me a dirty chopper and level up,
As I recall it came

these beautiful women follow
Wherever I go
Million dollar deals on the table
Just a couple years ago
I couldn’t pay for cable
Growing up surrounded by

I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world

the bull is on the floor
I look and find the level of
Crime the time that I decipher
I'm bagging any sniper put a
Ball in Peter's Piper
We made the album

Bandicoot
So never been a surface level dude
A wave rider
They some check with the circus set of dudes
Chips I done bet a few
Lost some but those my setup

It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until

Runaway

X

Live at the Stagedoor Tavern

1997

[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like

devotion
I'm approaching other levels so
They hate again
I don't blink at little children
What's my age again?
I guess they thought that I was buried
'cause