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of the art
For the love of the game
Oh you wanna be down, share one of my names
Well rule number one no talking to lames
Then no walking with shame, keep ya

(what)
That's what my bitch told me after I
Took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer

wish I never met him
Fights kick off at sunrise
Stupid shit be testing love ties
He look me right in my eyes
And tell me stupid dumb lies
He claim I'm

a pistol 
You don't know me you just know I'm fuckin witty with this pencil 

My lead pop, head shot, 12 gauge, dead cops 
2 chainz, I'll be fresh as hell if

And what’s best for me
I’d prolly take a peak
Then start cooking with the recipe
Huh
But then again i'm walking with God
Walk in faith not by sight
So when you

I'm All Caps and you lower casin'
There's no mistakin it that N0v Amazin
Breaking in like a home invasion
Had a Buncha problems with my motivation

Where we was bless
With kings and renowned figures
Know killers
With diamonds and gold things
In your last know address
Ransack by gold diggers
At my

Fashion Week

Wale

Fashion Week

on bitch, I dress well
I'm from the Bay, I see her once in a blue moon
Until Paris Fashion Week, how soon is too soon?

Walk by, on fire baby can't douse

And Wu Tang forever was never a jam
But I came to bring the pain, Method Man
And one love to big homie Scram
It's all in my plans
And I need a trap Madonna

me
Love my momma to death I put her first before me
Got lean in my system mixed with thc
Brodie got caught for fraud from a ppp
Clutching on a toolie

even like
Damn this fly
Pawn trees in yard way up high
With big ass toys and big ass
Dogs
Big ass garage for my cars and yours
To have this lifestyle

Sincerely

Brand Nubian

Foundation

1998

thinkin the impact would come back to me 

Now I'm the son, and I know you're my reflection 

Let me give you love and my protection 

Proper

Poppin' Tags

Jay-Z

The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse

2002

none
(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)
I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now
(Nigga come to a race with a car you

Untitled

Lil' Kim

The Jump Off [US 12"/CD]

2003

back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin' on chrome seven times platinum

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with

what you call it
But I'm only getting started
I was born and raised by a king and a queen
Papa immigrated all the way overseas
Mama said never let em'

The Documentary

Game

The Documentary

2005

a cementary
Ill do mine with sean
Come home sit in the thrown
With my legs crossed
And my air force
Middle finget rough
Fuck the world
Cause I'm felling

on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road
I'm in

Nigga, where the dollas at? 

I be pimpin' off you limits
In the club with no fingers
With no car to drive in, or no money to give up
I'm tryna see

with these sorta pockets
It's four o'clock in the morning
I'm more than novice
My journal is really pandora's box or a portal
A door to Valhalla, you're

of brilliance injected in my veins
Everyday watching the insane hollow headed membranes
Reminds me I'm a fucking league ahead with this steady dose of brilliance

an unconditional spiritual individual miracle and she's filling up my heart with love because, she's my girl, she's my world, she's everything in the bag to be

with my poems, I’m Q with the juice
And I come from a black woman for show, for show
If you come from a black woman let everybody know
From my sister

a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can

Corner Pub fries
Vital to the rivals cause they love to see my tide
Tired of the bullshit, you see it in my eyes
Steps to giving no fucks, you know I'm