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This is my policy
This is my ninja way
I live it honestly
With no apologies
I'm who I oughta be
That's why it's hard to change
But when it's time

Yuh nah see it babylon trap
Yuh live for your work
And lose all your goals
Find yourself
In this Prayer
Oh my lord
Protect my thoughts
From getting

'em curious
Laborious work got em think
Who keeping score again
(Don't worry bout it dawg)
Sho'nuff we on the board again

These stars I'm reaching

to describe
The way I'm living my life
Is just by toting a knife
And hoping that it suffice
To kill off all you lice
Who just live off my swag
Who will not make

to see this day
Seasons change, we grow or don't, most often towards the opposites
When all we have to talk abouts remember whens it's obvious
There's

Until the end.

As we walk (here we go),
Confetti Blows (yes it does).
Let them talk (cause they will),
Cause nobody knows (no they don't).

Wash your

at the balcony with the sunset view where the hustlers blom
Cant reach success with jst melodies
Tellin me , fuck your vitues they only judge u by ur melanin
They

Move On

Emage

Soul Deep

1994

You died tryin to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin in peace don't even stress that beef
Go head and sleep

believe they'd stop our happiness
By trying to pull us down with such a mess
Why can't they let us live just like the rest
And keep us out of all of this

Dyin' 4 Rap

Fredro Starr

Firestarr

2001

is hard, ya don't know what that is
Growin up, forced to live wit foster kids
Back in '89 son, we couldn't cross the bridge
Them niggas might off

Just Like Us

Sticky Fingaz

Decade "...But Wait It Gets Worse"

2003

heat

In the streets

Where we live and die for beef

In the streets

Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets

In the streets

By any means we gon'

And I got the red walk 'cause the beam look neat
Run the bag up, I'ma get the bands up
By the four-fifth tuck and the Glizz got a beam
Gotta live once,

miss a spot, you dusty fuckers get that Mr Clean touch
Cancel them all talk and no-show Felicias
My hustle suck 'til y'all deliberate on what I mean by

[Jus Allah]

I have sublime comprehension

Divine Intervention

My enzymes studied by the minds at Princeton

To figure my design would divide

'ya residence, my tyranny heaven sent
Call me sire, I'm live, charged up like a wire
Fresh out a fryin' pan into the fire, I got, murder for hire

from vices
That be taking lives
And murder and snare and kick
I be taking pics
Like them crimes scenes
Dirty Knees
On your dirty kicks
Watching Exorcist

days yeah
Don't get it twisted, I'm already great yeah
Just the yellow misfit, separated by his vision
To climb up these divisions and rake in couple

some sacrifices, live my life more happily
Cut the snakes out my garden, slither in shit that they started
Talk through your ass, you just farting
No

into my skin
Sit down and talk, I'm genuine
I think eggs in the head got fried by the sun
Braking backs for that money run
This could be anyone
I just

Some would say that there's impracticality in rappin'
So honestly I didn't really think that it would happen
But that's just negativity, and I don't

We will not sacrifice the lives of others for our own self preservation (Yeah)
You know we step on rats
I cant help but tell the truth
I love not

[Verse 1:] 
Young harlem nigga from the NY 
Get money, spend money, stay fly 
Those the 3 codes that I live by 
Yeah I swerve through streets 
But I travel

the cash out
I been got them bags off!
Don't talk but you see the real me
Twenty twenty vision!
I make you feel right now so you feel it wherever you go
Even

seems to make me blind, I try to find all day long
But I cannot hold
We talk on the phone every night
and so came closer day by day
I touch you and kiss