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living on the East coast
Shooting B- Roll, for lil beach for the people
In the morning by the sea shore
With a blunt in my hand
I run in the sand, you know

Long Live Chap
In the Nap Down At Kulture going in with Pat
Hold on wait
Boy I been straight
Been known to push Hemi's up the Interstate
I been won game

and healed them, the same word is freeing me
Hard time being me, I'm becoming more like Him
The one in whom I live and breathe and have my very being
Thought

encourage violence

But I'll Run down on a bamma
Tryna play wit me

Don't tell me
Yous'a shooter
If you ain't hit nuffin

Don't tell me
Yous'a plug
But never

Feel the sizzle burn while the team is climbing up the move
Fucking up your groove fuck around and throw you down the chute
You ain't know me no you

There's something to know bout me
I live by the rule of three
Cos one is just luck and two ain't enough So tell me, you ready?

Imma turn it on

If I move

rapper
I'll bet you I smoke em' like a hookah
Flowing hard while starring right at Medusa
Look
They took samples from my style that never got cleared
They

reparations
Fueled by YAH's passion
Champions with a status
For him we should be living praising his name from the trenches
We got our mindset on the opposite

a line, they buss it down, they give me mine
They love to give me mine, they love to see me shine
Baby had a sparkle in her eye (yeah), to me it looks

2nd verse 
Frank Whyte:
 Remember when I didn't have shit used want a deal now it's fuck a deal 
i'm the man down where I live I got the juice that's

of Ciroc and Svedka
Even Hennesey, or Patron,
Baby we can get it on,
Or we can sip lean,
Let's slow down,
While we some this dope by the pound
Let's try

kill a motherfucker 
Emmitt Till a motherfucker
Take you for ride down by the river motherfucker
Slit your throat, watch you shiver in blizzard

away, especially the one from the D.
Guess they wasn't picking up what I was putting down
And most of em regret it when they see me now
But don't get it

the name.
I'm that heartbreak kid i'm ready to break it down,
This one's for my good brothers too sweets all around.
When I was young I thought I wanted to be

backlash from the flashbacks

Of the times I drank too much, I couldn't pass that
Too lit to remember any memories
Taking all of them free shots cost me

Real life stuff, y'know
Happens a lot
Yow
It took her thirty years to leave the marriage (Long time)
By then, even the grandkids were damaged

need to reverse to better times
Instead of tryin' to run away into blindness
Just live inside the moment that you reside in (yuh)
So at this point in

are flyin
By high air
Them niggas don't
Play block

I'm startin' to think
They disappeared
Opps droppin
All these songs

Run and slide
They never there

Methods N Test Tubes

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

inside the outside
In through the out door
I find I get by
Whatever works hurts but still with best time left
I spit with acid breath
You muthafuckas

Gates to Eden

Abraxas

Tomorrow's World

1999

[Bridge 3:]
Cold sweat is flowing slowly down on my back
The sands of times are running there's no turning back
The priest reads the last writes guardian

round cutties
Where they snortin' shit (Yeah)
Now my sound buzzin' round offices
Live from New York where crimies'll clap
The pork off a officer (Uh, uh,

trash!)
College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed

trash!)
College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed

Little precious!
Ooh yeah

Little precious waits alone
Tears of fear 'till he gets home
Chilled deep down to the bone
No food, no friends, no