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the grass
Rats and  scalywags in the bushes
They still ain't on the album, no matter what button saques pushes
Y'all niggas on some bullshit
I'm on point like

Allstate
Drop a new track now we all getting paid
Hit the fadeaway, I ain't talking MJ
Okay, okay, okay
Hop in the jet tryna relocate
Hitting these shots

Frozen Asleep in the Park

Communic

Waves of Visual Decay

2006

Rumors spreading like fire in dry grass

Nothing can ever change the past
Her pale skin was torn by years in despairs
But now there is no more pain

the facts straight
We can go, oi mate, to shanked face, fast pace
I'm the Nile crocodile in the grass blades
Rip 'em up blood pours down the cascade
I

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like

Live by the Gun [Album Version Explicit]

Tony Yayo

Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

2005

Yeah
Yo, Word up man
Fuckin' cold out here, man.
My fuckin' toes is killin' me, man
I fuckin' been on the block all day, man
But you know I

ran up in
It don't matter when you livin in the Lou
It's a cold world nigga you can catch the blues
Its a cold world nigga see you on the news
Thought

Episodes

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

rappers be thinking in every city, yo 

[Kazi] 
Yeah, you want to fight don't ya, you want to bite don't ya? 
The involvement of a new coast is here

The night is clouded and we're lost, confused
Distracted by the visions of the perfect Future
Images of greater new life
A utopia where every living being is

became clear

He said, "I'll need nothing else
And I'll be fine by myself"

The grass under my feet
Is where we'll meet
Between these pyres and prithees

In your journey to infinity
Leading to a new sense of the change
Cruel are the shades of boundaries
The real perception of the self

Stricken by

kiss.

like the dew that paints the morning grass,
her splendor is fresh with every new day.
as songbirds raise their melodies high,
so, too, should we

dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times

I know I'm her baby
I really thank God
Feel like I'm one of his favorites
Everybody die, that ain't nothin' new
That's some daily shit
I love my

Bitch, this the finest grape, life is great
If they kick down the door
Hit the fire escape, wait
You done heard dope before
But this that new batch
With

Yeeuh, it gets hot in the room
Like a wicked witch I gotta jump the broom
Screamin' "Fuck you" by the light of the moon
Custom fit like a brand new bra
I

a page out my man
New chapter that's an old one ending
Great, 'cah a brother can't rewind
Cutest one with the largest behind, woof
Perched off by

Light of Day, Day of Darkness

Green Carnation

Light of Day, Day of Darkness

here alone, so cold
Left in the dark, to feel
Pity my soul
What is left to say?
What is left to see?
Where did I fail?

Watch me and my new desire

property, we got the remedy 
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke 
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know 
The snakes in the grass

cold

These New York streets (Jungle)
Walk miles soles meets
Spark trees mind's at ease (Spark that)
On knees love one's disease

Had to up it trigger

hustle was cuttin' grass
Shoot a Jackboy in his face, he gon' need another mask (boo, boo)
She can see my chain from across the club, no cap
You cold

Mudsaddle Shores
Crackin' open a cold one for the weekends
Playing guitar by the campfire, I've been stranded on this farm without you
I'm gettin' sunburned,

impossible
I'm on something new
Something from the likes of me inspired by the likes of you
Where's the smoke what it do what it do

2 Hits and I'm gone
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