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Blindfold

Wrekonize

Codename: Ego Stripper

2014

at the back
Got a leg up on the neck son
Every time the brother speak, you just know it's gettin' deep
When you wake up with the dead ones

Forget the BS,

Hit Me With That Shit

GP Wu

Don't Go Against the Grain

1998

the box
They dealt it to the Hudson by the Stapleton docks
Poppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)
and let these niggas know

Hook:
GP forever shine

lesbian, buddy, you better study
Puddy holes on this muddy road buddy cold
They gon' pay for takin' my brother
Nas say we need one mic and
They shot

Gainin' control of them
Takin' for foldin'
That shit really bold of them
Walked in with all of this ice
Ain't it cold in here? Ayy
And I been doin' the same

i'm moving is making her wetter
She was with it i cant even lie
I could tell by the look in her eyes
But i'm me i aint cuffin' outside
Bust a nut then

bout the struggle all throughout my ride

Out wit' my brothers ain't sayin' a word
I feel it as soon as I hit the suburbs
Tension ecstatic saw blood

blinded so much by love to see through her disguise
Was it love
Or the perfect place and time
Just another character in her story book of guys
Thought you

to my brother in California
Shout to my wifey she cookin' it's smellin' good
I swear I love that aroma
The pressure I'm feelin' is self inflicted
Since

still spit the heat
Always find us out but we’ll never be on the street
All my brothers gonna eat
Garrison in the city but still back me on my fleet

really it they wanna tag
I'm a motherfuckin' trip I'm finna get up on my bag
Ain't no alphabet boy I ain't takin no L
Like a gun with big shells I'm

this for the ones that's dead and gone And locked down in the system
By any means , I gotta get it Already told you, fuck niggas, I'ma risk it
Stay ten

slow, and play the Isley Brothers, for sweet lovin', the boys is gettin'

Their chances, to start fuckin' it up, with their only three options
To get

talkin bout?
Yeah
If y'all think I'm goin back to that muthafucka, you're crazy
Muthafuckas
[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was

takin all my hope
Shit got dangerous in the streets, I was watchin on the porch
Why the hell you went and changed that shit hurt me to my soul
You was

P.N.C.

Smif-N-Wessun

Dah Shinin'

1995

where them lie
It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps
Bumpin' on the beat, be on point for the sweeps
Pigs, harass that ass for

Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it

alone
This whole thing's created by G simone
Even KRS is a acronym
It means, "Knowledge Reigns Supreme
" spin it back again

I got the lingo, ling ling,

vid
My daughter wasn't there
I hit it right by her crib

She blew the grip... Like a hoe
Ate my bitch... Like a pro
Lying
Talking bout
This some shit

Y'all, hey, for the hood too, in the mix with DJ Stylus, let's get it, let's get it, hey, look
It's Sonny Slick and I'm at it again Don't takin

she get wet like a ocean
Don't know how I got in the streets, I just dove in
Hop in that Scat, bitch, know that it's rollin'
Got shit by myself, I don't

as if you hurt them so
And I don't care if none of these street cats is gonna fuck with me
I pull a bitch by pulling up
And now I'm tight she stuck with

gas, there’s nothin’ else now
Good weed, man, it sell itself
These streets mean, they somethin’ else now
I stay smokin’ for that mental health
My brother

made a movie shooting blanks 

Who am I to judge but a lonely sinner 
Takin all our money by the side way from skinners 
Can't een multiply quick

shit by myself cause I ain't have nobody here
Let a nigga touch me, then nigga's dyin' it smoke in the air
You can catch me in the hood with my Glock