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fighting, can't remove the flame
Try to do it by ourself, but that don't move the chains
I seen a lot of truth from going through the pain

Dang, uh, why

Gotta watch out for the Devil
Hot as the pot and the kettle
God damn I came out the ghetto

We ain't the same
We ain't the same
My diamonds are strange
My

is the taste of victory, i bet that they never thought id be, king, still gotta do alot of things, mary help a nigga with the pain, always smoking

that means?
To fly to New York you gotta come to Queens
Gotta remind these mark niguhz who's the Kings
And why they started calling it cop killer Queens

on the floor
That’s just him talking to his conscious tho 
He’s really fucked up in his mind I know
In this 69 world we in live in you can’t tell shit to your

I would probably move out
Chicken Little scrambling for something to do now
But me a different guy, already felt I died
If life is just a dream then

“You gotta put some Cheo Feliciano!”

(Verse)

Ima start vibin’ to this one 
Next year goal stack a million 
I’ve been vibin’ in Italy 
Bouta come back

King with an apron
I've been snaked by my own kind
So now I've gotta live with the asians

Stuck in the slums
Brothers in arms bussin' the guns
Mothers

then I came home case closed
Longtime I been out here in
The rain snow same
Clothes real life shit this ain't Saints Row
Darg I won't lie I hate road

criminals
But if the annie aint ok
We ante up
So Brooklyn from one blow
Your planets struck
So pro i propane n flame burn
Where they say the fames Earned by

I've been right
I've been wrong
Started fights
Sang love songs
Made "friends for life"
Then broke the bond
Not sure why
Gotta move on

This is - your

had the tools with the clues you couldn't stunt enough......
cnd live this life like a gangsta by any means I get it
Give a f*** about you wankstas

this shit drop
I'm a Fucking heart throb
Say she down for the cause and I heard it's on god
When sifting through beats I only fuck with what's hard
From

majesty 

I be in all black 
Wen the strap on me 

I'm back in the trap
With the pack on me

Gotta move silent 
With enemies 

Niggas don't be 
Keeping that

Guidance

Guru

Jazzmatazz, Vol. 3: Streetsoul

2000

Dedicated to my son, that's about to be born
So by the time you people hear this record, my son'll be born
And I gotta teach him about life

Rage

Mystik Journeymen

The Black Sands ov Eternia

1999

be irkin' the fuck outta me
Now what do I gotta be, the epitome of nice?
Biterally precise when I talk
And assuming when I walk I never let the chip

This song goes out to everybody who's struggling
Keep ya spirits dogg 

Turn it high, feel the vibe, hope you're hearing us
If you're down homie,

'Iont look to the sky 
Been ejected reconnected I'm protected by the Most High 
Just reflecting in the flesh 
I'm in a guy 
Humankind 
'Issa lie
Immortal

this shit gotta clutch and might go designer my feet
Car show in the Chi for da week mopar no car rather drive a mazda
Then I keep number 9 on my jeans

damit wheres the rock 
I get inspired by boos and who you are 
When they ask I laugh 
Sign autograph
You used to cut my hair
Oh really my bad 
Life moves

Fighting hunger when my stomach rumble
Everything I did and I'm still this humble
Know they want to see me dead by the curb
You know them 5-0 go for head

horror shocked, yelling at moms in the kitchen
I pretend I wasn't listening but still paying attention
Life is a gift and if God wills it, live it

still eclipsed by the earth in awe
And I still got incredulous thoughts, to stop insidious plots
 
Blood wounds, and wolves are on the move
I'm shaken,

They feel the money made you
So they probably hate you
That can't affect your respect
Go head and make your moves

Five squares in lead
A Make a king