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the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever dawg

Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake

to doing best to censor them
Getting r- o- division based on color and the
God you worship with brain-wash coercion
Mark things controversial if there's

telling me
Got me a ARP, leaving him R.I.P
Stop fronting in front of me, bitch you ain't hard to me (No you not)
Shorty know that I'm like that, like that

get robbed and injured and rendered impoverished
By men who are vicious, malicious, most wicked, and twisted, and who love un-godly-ness
You's

know who you are
I'm celebrating all of your scars in multiple bars
Writing love songs, it's not for the P's but where's the love gone?
You make me weak

Yo, Sample kid, Play that shit
I don't think you ever really hear me
You just ask the same questions every week
How's your job
Are you having any

showed the real you, I can't fuck with you no more
You try, we gon' get on your ass no homo
Held my own, by the P I was raised (by the p)
From the block

single post
The only way I know, Is to be doing to most
You will never find a better host
That is from the East Coast, To the West Coast
R.P.G. will leave

the Buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta

if you knew I cared,
You'd have never went nowhere (nowhere),
Girl I should've been right there.

[Chorus:]
How do I breathe
Without you here by my

Know the good days will end
Catching bodies on the news
I've been praying for my death
Man, R.I.P. to Juice
I've been fucking with her friends
Man,

Full Cooperation

Def Squad

El Niño

1998

your business and hurt your feelings

Okay, for thinkin' it's okay to rhyme that way
You'll be P.O.W., M.I.A.
And I'm seven steps ahead of you, five

give me a mic a cold brew
Pen in hand then I am going to fucking scold you
Troll you all in when LethRGic roll through
Ya'll are bluffing you got nothing

never see over me
I'm creating existence like semen in an ovary
I'll get the P's in hopefully
This whole rap scene is a fucking joke to me
I told you not

broke my heart there wasn't no need for sticks and stones
And I don't care what you say yeah I'll stay solid by my own
But I don't need body to that grave

to Jaz and Uriah
I was born in the East got respect for the Shire
R.I.P La'a I got love for Mesiah
That's two legends for the youth to admire
It's

listen, that's the words to live by
Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye
90059, nigga, here's why

I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me

Ayy, R.I.P. Trayvon Martin man
R.I.P. Trayvon Martin
R.I.P. Slim, Free Johntae, Free Junior man, Free Uncle Mike
Ayy, look, look, look
Since I'm

Life During Wartime

David Byrne

Live at Union Chapel

2004

Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut

Lighters Up

Lil' Kim

The Naked Truth

2005

BK, not at all
Four pound leave your face on the wall
R.I.P in memory of
Never show thy enemies love
We get it on where we live
Better have a pass

T's for the topsail, to get there takes long
(Chorus)
U's for the uniform, mostly worn aft
V's for the vangs running from the main gap
W's for water,

crazy
Screaming R.I.P. Nicole
And R.I.P. them all
And R.I.P. my angel
Wish that she was coming home
Talking about how there would be plenty of grapes

its nuttin’ to be proud of 
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust

U p p e r h a n d woah, woah, woah, woah
Hickory Dickory Dock, Dyl at the tippity-top
(Dyllie) bible verse in your bio
But probably listen to "WAP"