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You're gettin on my nerves
Why are you still alive
I would feel so much better if you got hit by a bus then died
This one is for the sisters
Say it in

a pussy tryna flex like you tough
Every word I spit you know it's always coming hot
Next up in the game I'm just waiting for my
Spot
These wanna be

The Real Thing

Jill Scott

The Real Thing: Words and Sounds, Vol. 3

2007

You gotta do right by me, its mandatory baby
Sweeter than your favorite ice cream be, 
Bask in my glory baby/
Don't play no games, that'll ruin

If I Could Change

Master P

Breaking Bank

1998

won't let me erase 
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game 
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change 
Chorus 4x 
If I could change,

a prophet
Who can take the game plan, design a ride
And trust what's in my hand and not what's comin' out they mouth?

I'm a down low nigga so I stay

back skulling through a swamp full ae crocodiles
Catch me oan the quartermile
Queasy off eh yellae gummies
Mixing wi' the butterflies and rennies in my

in hand
Two grand in stock, you can check dividends
Pray for a brotha, you hear what I’m sayin’
That's why
I’m black in the whip
Lean back in the whip

and that keisha and that lean
Candy coup sprayed wet pull up in that bitch so clean 
Pyrex bowl full a work homerun yeah I derek jete it
Got the chevy

right on by there won't be no staying

No matter the connection
Life's gonna hit you with the breaks
And you'll lean this way  
No matter the connection

have been waitin for forever 
Some a you
May know what I mean 
But if you don't then
Lemme introduce you to... 
MY DREAM TEAM! 
"SPEARHEAD IN THE AREA!"

I write rhymes like I come from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through these war games

brothers
Yet for the fiends, there's no sentence
Ughhh
The painnnn in a syllable, "discontinued" case by the MET
When my needs aren't met
Am I the one

and have a mouth to feed
Imma move in silence, hide my blade just like Assassin's Creed
Can't have whatchu' cannot give, I do not live by that decree

on my Mac mane
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my

was pursuing
Now I’m ruined
I was influenced
By your ways
lead me astray
I fell into the games you play
Heard every lie that you say
Had me in a daze

The Hard Way

JT the Bigga Figga

Don't Stop Til We Major [2006]

1996

stayin' in school, for just doin' my work 
Gettin' chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk 
So I'm on the run and I better run fast 
'Cause if I don't

The Hard Way

JT the Bigga Figga

Don't Stop Til We Major

1996

the set
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret
For not stayin in school, for just doin my work
Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm

Two years in spent a lot of hours Refuse to be the man that has no power
My wellbeing is controlled by my life decisions
I followed my heart that was

duckin', dodgin, runnin'
And it ain't that i'm scared but if a fool starts to blastin'
It ain't like I'm gonna stand there
See, moms allready lost my brotha

that's my drumline
Done fine by myself what a label do trapped in a gimmick now they label you
Aint no love from hip hop stick to
Cable boo welcome to self

Yeah, RSG yeah, 0, 1, 3
Yeah, RSG

I'm good in my own city
So that's why I dropped my addy
I don't fuck with other people just
To show out for

just focused on me
Tryna raise my energy
In tuned with my higher being
I'm just
In tuned with my higher power
Ain't getting drained by you leech sour

feel it in my chest
Momma be calling saying I need some rest
Dukes I can't sleep I'm trynna be the best
Study the game imma always past the tests
Body

dogs
In the sun through the fog
If I'm wrong tell me the truth
But if they wrong, we blow the roof
Share smiles share tears
Lean on you ease my fears