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name was criss cross

Yuh yuh
It's me
Bow down lil nigga, bitch get on yo knees
You is a servant and I am the king
Smoking that zaza, I'm smoking that

closed
Immaculate
Jack of all trades and always passionate
End all be all
You'd have to kill my ass by accident
Manifesting excellence while on this earth

rich, it’s black and white just like the Raiders
Over here I mind my biz, you cross that bridge, you meet your maker
One call, could bring em out
Tryna

Bitch they can't find you on googol
It's hard to type I just grew claws
Hugh jack stole bitches from huge jock
In high high zoot off in huge hops cross

Piece Maker

Gang Starr

Black Energy [EMI]

2000

at the flip of a switch
Well respected, well connected From Bushwick to Vegas
Be	-Boy fanatic, dramatic on the cross feeders
All my people that love that

classes 
Stinking unpaved 
Unpaved lane 
Rough sailors 
From cattle steamers 
Women selling 
Jumping jacks 
Men hawking 
Primrose roots 
Rabbits dangling 

from 215 where we all keep it a bean
My reality and dreams are breaking right at the seams
Reflecting all that I see
Authentically me
More pressure for

best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop

Gang Related

Insane Clown Posse

Hatchet History: Ten Years of Terror

2002

[Anybody killa]
Now if you got yo hat tilted to that side
And you always down to jack a bitch for her ride
Or the colors that you rep make others

Man they did it so that they can be a hope dealer
Not a pool of blood from the latest stick up
He healed by the pool, told him get up
You aint got

Ramblin' Jack how are you doing?
I haven't see you for awhile
Are you still as lonely as the company you keep?
And do you still define yourself by

bricks of yola
Had a Mexican that came 'cross
The border from Arizona
They was getting shit for seventeen
Tossin' shit to me for twenty-eight
Bitch go for

my bitch right from the Swiss
I copped my bitch right from the Swiss
I copped by bitch right from the Swiss

3 times
And I got my wish

We can fuck but

Y’all about to see my worth
Tag on a name brand purse
Started from the day I birthed
Do it till I’m in that hearse
Y’all about to see my worth
Tag

It's mind over matter, always in a mental fight
Fourth wall glass shattered, surprise, another mad hatter
I cross lines, beat myself about it after

Buck Tha Devil

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
 Little devils don't go to heaven!

The drives cross town to pick up both her kids

See Annie is 9, Jackson is 7
She was a senior in high school when she got pregnant
They were a mistake

kid
Cut the crap with that cocky shit, you ain’t half as flaccid
Cross "Samuel Jack" Anthony Anderson, still half as blackish
A massive mastiff with

I never was cryptic by choice but by design
I like to write on the lines that rest inbetween the lines
I always saw the forest for the trees
But

What can I say
Lots of people wanna be me
And it ain't by mistake
Knew my time was coming
Once Jack was on front page
Now y'all time is up
Let's run it

going down
Playing chess with these black men
Intimidated by black skin
I ain't going out with no action
Got a faction of black and brown
Rocking the naps

chocolate baby
Wear red like Mario but far from Brazy
Yes these rhymes are lazy, time to get crazy
All I do is art, it's all made by dart
I'm platinum

when he got some drugs he wan' take a risk
Took the interstate by storm I'm goin' til' I'm rich
4 in the morning we counting up bacon bits

Mama raised

your history
Telling that you miss being somebody's mystery
Hungry for a kiss from a stranger
Maybe the danger will save you
Maybe the barman’s your