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Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn)
From Detroit to Texas,
and done
They run any situation
Them you can depend 'pon
And no other one can come cut connection
It's a them they would get
Their neck broke man
It's a them
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
niggas we done it
My neck be flooded
12 on me, I'm gunnin
We dumping them 7 6 2's
Like Chris you better run it
Came up from the block
I ain't pushing no
with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach,
Yeah, get the shrooms and the coke ready, uh
'Bout to step out on my old lady
My new one tryna turn me up
Barely old enough to hit the club with
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
do is copy
Knock yo ass out cold with the 1-2 you thought my name was Rocky
Wrap yo ass up in some plastic fuck yo bitch she call me papi while she
niggas working at radio
Real people real program directors
With wives and kids that love music, that
Can't play what they wanna play
Because they've been
Pablo for this cocaine
No Hablo to Joe "No-Names"
Diablo when I blow flames
This place is hell, not home man
I'm all about my Domain
Step in my door get
Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep
I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
Wake up!
Someone call me by my name
Fuck the matrix I'm the game
Hardest player that you've come across
And now that you are seated
Let me show how K
Sometimes I've forgotten who I am
The artist or the fan well I'm hot by popular demand
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey you may have felt like
look good
Can I get to know you better?
Stay awhile
No other man can make you wetter
Oh by the way
My name's Grand Puba, I play no games
And if
motherfuckas will be playing basketball in Pelican bay when I get finished with you
Shoe program nigga 23 hour lock down
Am the man up in this piece u will never
You really haffi full up within
You haffi create the world you waan live in
As a man thinketh so is he
Step by step you haffi set your mind free
You
him my name with police suspicion
I said ice cream tee was the title I was given
SWP the name of the hood I live in
So we jumped in the ride hit the 95
nuh with mi (Cho)
Suppressor pan eh K might tek yuh life swiftly
Love eh scent a di money like mi first name a 50 (yer)
And mi just leff eh crib she
Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your
Air forces im stumping
Reach for my chain we jumping
retro 12 that jump man
My bitch keep making up assumptions
Strapped up im a gun man
How the blind
a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre
Now my name is Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor
Rippin'
script I don't follow no man nigga I'm on my own dick I keep it g with everybody that I meet I don't shake to many hands most these niggas Yee Yee all
Truth
Speak of confession before God
Ask for forgiveness, Man
But not from Me
Kneel for the Maker
I can't
The wings don't allow for kneeling
It's a design
put a mask on, I let that AK ring
By the age of 19 I'm sitting in that state bing
Sing
Kenny Buttons
Lay your head, no worries
Time will come
Those
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