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and
I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts
That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack
So brothers that want to scrap with me
That sweezin

wanna judge but you running out of luck see all my niggas abide by shit you can't Touch 

What's congress nigga we got parliament 
Part of it is

Shut Up, Man

Das Racist

Relax

2011

Theories are nearly insane, bleary
? surely by years of the same gears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in

Two Words

The Boys Choir of Harlem

Through the Wire

2003

nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat

won't ride
We the new mob homie you got no ties
Get buried by the low tide
Yean slime playing both sides
That's why Ya chic bring the biz to us
We pic her

lured by the smell from the scent that I adore
I take that you're running low so here have some more

Check it
I be lying
If I told you that I
Never flown

at this shit
Someone told me that the shotters get rich
I just wanna get dough
Niggas wanna jack me when I'm on my Jack Jones
Shit

I don't give

Lethal Weapon

SMP

Stalemate

1995

E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk

can't do no new friends
Got the drop on one of them lows lows
We fixing to box him in
Got pulled over by a Lola
But this ain't Space Jam
My dog hit me for

What You Ride For?

Fiend

Kiss tha Game Goodbye

2001

the bitches
Until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches
On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that
Nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em

still high, so I just stay low

Not much has changed he should know what it is
I pick up things that you wouldn't even think
(You wouldn't even know it)

Mud Musik

Gucci Mane

Ferrari Boyz

2011

just low sip, pull, pull me up! 
Star or ? 
Is that mud drink, four houses and one leader?
Is that mud drink, half a pie to my team leader?
Pull,

2 Shots (To The Back Of The Head)
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones, Jack Smith, and Rich Salsbury

Never saw the light when we died
Chokin'

in check bro
Barely on my jack jones
Im with jack so we're getting to the bank roll
Bank roll
You could pass by, see me through the window

You walk through the door
Place is jammed
Lights are low they got a country cover band
Singing songs by Merle and hank
And one funny little tune

the wife
A strong father to the son
Questions, I got just one
Who do I turn to for my problems to be solved
When my day is finally done, huh

I live

Respiration

Mos Def

Audio 3

2008

gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God

Get Your Kicks
Written by Jack Swagger & Marcus Jones

I went down to the river honey, with a bottle of gin
I put my boots on, snakeskin
I came down,

a jab
Hop on air bus's like a dollar cab
Chains and whips is an attraction
Fuck it I'm getting bored change chicks by the accent
Flip to a new page made

on the rats and
People sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile)
While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle
My file is clean, I mean my mind is clear

since I dropped Jack Jones
Yeah niggas still playing my old shit
Had to put some friendships in a spliff tho
Coz niggas just needed someone to roll with
2

and twist
Around the negative, then calling daws home like I'm moving in
It's fleazie and you know that
Locate me
Like a low jack
They on my back like

on my Jack Jones grinding
Moses, Moses, Moses
I'm tryna triple this profit
All blacked out like I'm coming from Gotham
They know me 'cause they know I'm

you through that helmet like I'm that road
I'm not
Like I don't need no squad
I'll do this on my jack jones
Pressure getting pressed like
Pep