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your lip to dispossess your ... game
What's with this ... me kibbles n bits
We're in the street ... the globe i can't fix
Get it? i'm sick with it, when

Who Dat

Jay Tee

BET: Best of Rap City

1999

time they turn a back, burn tracks 
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks 
Dick be jack, picture that 
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is

Down to None

Reveille

Bleed the Sky [Clean]

2001

the view with holy matricide
I run the override, so back on up the track
Acquisition ammunition, demolition of the facts
Hypochondriac, prepare to end

Feeling so good I feel like just
Rolling a Backwood uh huh, uh huh

Light that up

Uh huh, uh tripping over equator rhymes
A sick symmetry, guised

tracks this must be the remedy
In your face like a pimple, like it or not you are feeling me
Who's the man?
Y'all faggots couldn't touch me so you ran
2002

Ghostin'

Lil Wyte

The One and Only

2007

we on 26
Inches sittin high
Haters sick when I ride by
That's why I keep a cannon in my lap in case they wanna try

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm screwed up

Get Up

Cap.One

Through the Eyes of a Don

2000

[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song*
Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob

leave my yard
I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case
Man wanna converse, dead crep
SK Airs anytime that I step
I'm on my Jones, ain't got no

Mr. Brown

Styles of Beyond

Megadef

got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm

anybody to get hostile
This is just a hobby I feel
Sorry for this lost child
Chipmunk, Chipmunk, Chipmunk, Chipmunk
Lyrical skill isn't measured by your

high, this that chronic
I keep that metal on my side, I'm bionic
Peep the changes, I walk through forests by my lonesome, you aint dangerous
You just lost

the way, the beast move its inside of me
Tryna take the light from me
Questioned by society
Feel like Uzumaki
Before the notoriety
So they commenting in

swear that she can get it
Any time I'm ready
You can tell by my teeth, I got money
Throw in the air
Make it rain when it's sunny
Girl, you gon' hop

heimlich sterben ich bin so sick
Dass die Erfinder von AIDS neidisch werden
Nochmal, um das klarzustellen
Ich kenn' dich nicht und ich mag dich nicht
Und ich

I know dukes would be sick of this shit 
Another boy she raised made a statistic, stuck in the system
Hang out the window bangin’ a semi, squeeze till