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Reminiscing
Khange up the game; mark on My pivet
They internet gangstaz; ill pull Up & get em
Do it myself; you an apprentice
No saving these 'oes but still Get

And if you packing lead
The hood niggas respect you
But if you lack the cred
They'll probably treat you like dirt
Met a man in red
Big homie I'll call him

with dry fish and have good smell,
I've grown into a 6-foot silhouette up in a tomb,
c dark 4 by 4 space that I like to the call the whom,
So therefore,

Swaddled in privilege
Breastfed excuses
Oxytocin released when fed by parents
All a part of the formula for propaganda
Propped up, tucked away or on display

cowards talking
Lots of W's, plum outta losses
Sunshine, moonshine boutta blow to stardust
DR twenty twos, can't just run it, pace chomping
Dirt off my

busy talkin’ church to recognize
her daughter had red lines across her arms.
too consumed by her own need to feel worthwhile,
she made her daughter feel

pride
My name is Sam and I live for the kill
Little is known about all of my skill
I drive around town and I shop for my mark
The red light district,

again
Sipping Hen
Staring at that white girl from Michigan
She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho
I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto
So wait boo, 'fore

tonight, red-handed, I'm barely getting by without your touch
There's no one else here tonight, so why don't we touch a little, kiss a little
It's fun

tonight, red-handed, I'm barely getting by without your touch
There's no one else here tonight, so why don't we touch a little, kiss a little
It's fun

61502
by Raymond McDermott


Verse 1:
Well I guess the protest went late tonight
Whole city on fire like the LA riots
Trying to go downtown, Five-0

C-K Ride

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

a product of the system

[BLOODY MARY]
Bickin' it back being bool
Yeah, that's what my homie said
Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a see-K
That's

our heads that we found, or
Picking up another first down
Taking them girls to the edge of town
And watching the sky turn red
On a blanket in

His woman in the dirt
Face down, ass up, doing God's work
Go native, the world is yours
(It's mine, it's mine, it's mine)
The sound of Maxim's gun still

Looking Over a City

Latyrx

Quannum Spectrum

1999

EL-P Speaking:

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon

unregistered clip
Family wearing blue repping for crips
You're hypnotized by my thighs and hips
You'll love the taste of that narcos drips
Red and blue lights

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

Stoplight

Snoop Dogg

The Best of Snoop Dogg

2005

locking
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hoping
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Four hoes on a black trying to put their bid in
Girl

resent you
Or if I still see your ghost because I really miss you
I gave your jeans to my new girl to watch her struggle into
I'm disappointed that they

girl wasn't wifey
More like porno chick
My friend Alan, they now call him Alchemist
It's a trip, I think Ethan Brown made me rap
I be wonderin', "Dawg

the guap tryna exercise
That's leg day and chest no lie
That's triceps when I'm cutting it right

I had to make it out the dirt
Like Ryan Dungey I'm tryna



Guess I be fucking the bar

My zulu amazing I went to umhlanga 

Some girls they removing the dot 

Every number changing up

Look at commas expand

euphemisms just to say
Oh fuck with me

Takes a boy-looking girl to defend the offenders
Longing for dirt since my first Fender
Will my soul fry? I’m

you always come first
Baby you don’t need materials to know what you’re worth
You’re a diamond in my eyes, all them other girls dirt
All the date nights