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punching, your crew'll keep dyin
Play the music like orpheus
Sea-shells by the sea shorpheus
Listen to your raps, the shits torturous
Smileboy and finch, want

seeing that twelve is the enemy

I hated that shit it had man raging
Shit fades but the pains there staying
Time to make money time for engaging
Lizzy has

feeling like my life is just some cinnamon 

Damn, Cause ain’t shit sweet

Dang, My life is unmade Kool Aid 

But I need much more than just sugar and water

Big blade on me like i am cloud
Yo bitch is like snow cuz I plowed
I'm real I don't follow a crowd
I don't know bout u niggas I'm different
U stupid u

My circle tight only got bruddas no friends the rest of you niggas my foe
This how i'm feelin' I need a bad ass bitch cuz' I'm not ya average joe

nerve-rackin'
These niggas sing and do you real Cole, like they Nat King
I ain't comin' off shit, it's OneLuv 'til I die
All my niggas eatin' off me, givin'

real Eating lovely in my pockets is Fat, thank
God for real Always on go, they tell me Relax, I can't
Stay still They switch daily, I lost track Of that

the gangster license
You can get in cheap, those handsome prices
They will never know just how gangster life is
Like little young niggas holding shanks in

Parental Discretion

Big Punisher

Capital Punishment

1998

discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too,

Wee, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My heart cold, I put ice on it like it's swollen
My pockets fat, and I'm huggin' on it like I'm Norbit
My pockets fat

same fuckin’ shit again, it don’t quit or end Can’t go a day without me gettin’ high, I call it gettin’ by,  fuck you wont even try, no shit I’d rather

Street 2 Street

Jayo Felony

Def Jam's How to Be a Player [Clean]

1997

the finer things 
As it comes through the door, I creeps up real slow 
This ain't Joe, fools, I'm a be a player for sure 

How ya like it, baby? How ya

like my ex
Shit y'all can't stop us we here to flex, uh
We ain't fucking selling no we ain't fuckin sellin
When I look at you all I see is felon
All you

This divine now, this is my sound
Guaranteed to leave you all tied
Restrained by the Butcher Brothers
Your final moments you 'bout to find out
Make

vibe and shit
You know who I'm talking about! Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg!!

I'm feeling the dough, and now I'm feeling the real
Stunning with

on the block
Talking shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to be socked up
Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
And you bullshitting bitches
Ain't

commodity 
No Joe Exotic shit, but I'm considered an oddity//
Don’t think that I’m possessed unless I missed an apostrophe
Demons on my ass, hope you kiss it

Real Raw

Craig Mack

Project: Funk Da World

1994

How many know what funk is? Raise your hands
You ready for this world?

"I can get real raw" plus my style is hardcore
I'm Craig Mack, comin in

sliding
With fat slime up in that ride
And if we really seen the opps
It ain't no talking it's suicide
And I know the love I got for you is real
That's why

Paid My Dues

Dirty

Love Us or Hate Us

2003

I rather get a bag of weed and freestyle over every beat I hear
And enter every talent show to let them see our skills
This rappin' shit is school,

talking shit, huh
How every time I talk my shit they tell me stop talking shit
Shit shit shit shit
Same niggas talking shit is the same fucking niggas that

brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten

overloadin' when I'm noddin'
You bitches on some garbage, trick I do them real narcotics
"Where is the bud, where is the bud?"
You scrubs, you don't do drugs

a fairy, you Ben and Jerry's. My shit is scary, Pet Cemetery
Bitch compare me to a shotgun that's stocked up with incendiaries
I'm a animal with giant balls,