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smoking monkey balls
Where I come from they call me The Shnoz
This Ice Cream Gelatti look like moss
Promise you don't wanna know how much it costs
Police

me
Come on look shawty
Let's keep it real I say bad shit all the time but I say nice things
Let me just take it back now
Let me take it back down
Crack

and I relapsed
When the drums come in
I cave in and sin
By murdering this god damn track
I come from a dark place
I was born with reformed rage
I pour

sound
Won't accept no Judas around me
That real love, I think I found it
To keep real it's quite astounding
So with that said, come try my God if yours is

niggas be saying that they real
But in real life, you know that these niggas be frauds
If you post on the block, then just stay with a rode
That glock got

offer you his hand
But he was only looking for a lover
Not a friend

But they'd always say
One day, love will come along
And take your breath away
One

alot of bread I'm like the baker boy(Mhm)
Woke up dead I'm Undertaker boy(Mhm)
She the devil still gon' eat me up
Renegade
Bitch come sip the wocky like

Feds

The Dayton Family

Welcome to the Dopehouse

2002

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh

[Bootleg]
I'm a drug dealer, killing in my neighborhood to be faded
Feds they want Bootleg permanently in carcere

Undisputed

Prince

Rave Un2 the Joy Fantastic

1999

no curfew to hurt you, no substitutions
School's now in session
Put down the Smith & Wessons
Real renegades don't invite grenades to make the grade

(Man why fuck n****s keep talking to me cuz on
Sixowe I aint tryna hear none of that)

Man why these fuck n****s keep talking to me
They must not

Preach it Lord
Oh yeah
God said show love for my neighbor
Why God they don't do me no favors

Life is never easy life is hard
Even with conscious

Ouu oh oh
Ouu oh Ouu oh oh
Ouu oh oh
Running our running our race (Running our Running our)
Niggas just running they tonsils (Ou woah ooh)
Grunting

2:]
Everybody outside my circle - doubtful (Why?),
Till they playin my song, I spit fire by the mouthful (Okay),
The look upon their face when they

the future I see
To be real I know it comes with the territory
Yeah I'm gone
Nigga I'm gone
I'm up in my zone
I'm up in my zone
Out to make money long
Skirt

memories
Wop is a real one
Why you talkin bout workin go build sum
He ain't ready for this life it just dawned on em
If he keep tryna go they gon wall mark

gon always be real

Imma be solid to da grave
I feel like alot of niggas lames
They don't even know me
They don't got a reason
Still I know alot of

your spot full of pills
Chalkin bodies without poppin any steel
Real recognize real spitters kill
Our think tanks overflow til they spill
And hopefully

Ha
Yea Yea Yea
This my shit
Renegade
Ha
Everything I do, for the greens and the blues
When my dreams come true, imma still be rocking my red flag

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (ahh ahh)
For real for real, for real for real (for real)
(Ahh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for real for

makes up a krs?
Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?
Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but

to come at us you must be losing touch
You will get smoked like a
Dutch by the master
Actually a slave of the master
But I'm gettin' paid
If a bastard wanna

truth
Gripping for a limit but I hang by the noose
Look at me, I don't look nothing at all like you
Church full of hypocrites, they all like you
Well,

the morning comes

For all my outlaw renegades
Ripping up them backroads
Put up your rebel flag 
Whip it like a lasso, like a lasso,
Like a, like a lasso

deceased, Bitch im EBK I'm renegade put anything to sleep
Yeh Lets Go
Watch what come up out your lip get slapped up through your teeth
I turned my bitch into