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people is hard
I hope all my brothers find love up in their hearts
Ya
And find the drug up in the dirt
Ya
And find the drug up in the dartboard
Instead

Eni da'le lo ba'le lo
M Bode is leaving with VisionScape o ye ko ba'le lo
You call yourself a teacher but your students failed in real life
Your brother

on knowledge
I can coach da game like my name Greg Popovich
Ion bang da five but a nigga keep it solid
I live by the code like I stay in sum apartments
Blowing

When you get money they gone adore you
When you broke then same people ignore you. Get money fuck bitches that order
Pickin the bricks up from

don't it feel good?
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da don't it feel good?

Look Ma, I'm a soul singer
Singing in the faces of the middle finger
So, I bite my

Aintnuttin Buttersong

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

funky joint
Don't you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas
New York and Cali got

miserable goons
But I'm
Somewhere in the middle now
I admit I lost my head but just a little now, little now
See y'all egos pretty brittle now
I cut 'em out,

da plug, no-no-no, he just like Malcolm in the middle 
Hard times don't last long
It just really test who got the mental

I was taught to make money

on
Behind closed doors
Open up so that I can be in the forefront of war in the mental im torn in the middle of shii
Being considerate of people's hearts

a big move
Don't apply urself
I move rite and chase the bag Nigga by myself
I finished last stayed in class
By myself
It looks like I'm about to cash out

like a popcycle
Bitch get licked
Bet I bite you in the middle
Have you dripping off the stick
Ain't no hesitation bitch
I'm coming harder then a dick
No

niggas stains

Had to sit back, peep the game, and my sane, gotta maintain
Used to get caught in that lane, surrounded by all these lames
Riding with that

just press decline
Go get a real **** by yo side you gotta have a dime
Blue script hundreds the only thing keep me energized
Too much hate up in da world

not da' rifle

Bitch be humble (bitch be humble)
 
Hop in my lambo (skrrrt skrrrt)

Feelin' da' michael (feelin' da' michael)
 
Stackin' my racks though

to trap me in a cell
Niggas don't know me well, niggas wishin' on my will, uh
Pray that I die before I reach to da sky
They don't know that's not my limit

gangs drug slanging that ain't right
To drive-bys with .45s in dark nights
Like word up that's no lie who knows why (knows why)
The people can't fathom

insights
That probably went on over ya head
Like I'm going nowhere
But I'm instilling the fear
Like every rapper you hear
Is you just deaf in da ear
Y'all

Bad Ways

Too Short

The Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 1: Ride or Die

1999

Ha-ha-ha it's goin down like this ma-fucker!

Is the shit gone ever change, cause I be caught up in the middle of it,
Click my pistol, and then in

never dry
That's why I had to cut out the middle man
Hate from all directions assassinatin' my character
I felt like Malcolm X in J. Edgar Hoover's

O say can I see we ain't people
When I pledge allegiance
I shoulda got a sticka
1st grade/2nd grade
I shoulda just kicked a
Verse in the middle

Hard 2 Love

Haystak

Hard 2 Love

speak people take all they can take an I jus run em away I can't even believe some of da stuff dat I say, da holes in walls can easily be fixed wit mud da

Bewildered by love and fear 

I was thinking bout the middle of the nineties
Still reeling from the LA riots
What If God Was One Of Us singing in the airwaves

middle men
If I'm breaking into the industry you feel the sentiment
Cut the head off of the serpents when I'm bringing the venom in
Put em dead inside

racist republican it's getting the middle finger/you take this sound advice from these conscious rap singer/I pray my people never with be tricked by