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the ill hardware guaranteed to
Take away your pain
One hit, bwah, you addicted
Pure uncut straight from
The muddafukin' source, kid
This shit will fuck you

the last of my loot

Hedonists in 909, trailer park Columbine
Tina taken by FBI's
Uncut kilograms, two dead in the ambulance
Life was just a new way

time, I lost confidence
Polarized by my self conflict
Holy ties I feel start to slip
Sober eyes till I feel like shit
Where procrastination take over some

compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking

Imagine yourself in a lonely town
No people around you, there's no-one to talk to
Desolate houses in long empty streets
The grass uncut

hope and uncut dreams 
And the days went by, and the days went by
And the days went by like strobe lights

There's nothing wrong with an ordinary life

Yeah, uh
It was once said by a nigga with the shits
"Daloo please, can you give me back my bitch?"
Daloo then said "Bruh, I don't give a shit, but

Raised by the cane, not the carrot
No fear in my eyes, to any challenge 
Takes a tonne to knock man off balance 
Invincible like the Gunners
Fire in

stubborn
Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut

Senorita, toast strawberry margarita
Lady like?man of bring? the
Pool out the heater
Big cash, no time for

partners
I never burn a bridge, get your ass in deep waters
I'm taught by forefathers
I'm living by the words of the Malcolms and the Martins
It's King in my

as you hear is a pow,
It's them boy's in blue,
And they and they gunning for you.
They cooking up bro's like gumbo soup,
If you ain't hear it by now you

"Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached
In life as by the obstacles which he has overcome"
Booker T. Washington

Grabbed by jakes it was all unplanned, at the back of the bus I was bagging up grams
Used to wash them tee's with my hands (Ayy)
Now it's washing

uncut umbilical cord
Which strands me to the world
With all these things
That you should've done

There's no longer place
I can call home
They all forced

Ridaz

DMG

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
I'm a thousandaire
Mackin' bitches, draggin' em down the strip juss' by they hair 
Like "Oh dear!"
Where

What? D Bo
Raw, uncut, no stains, nigga
Shit real 'round my way, RIP the dawg nigga
You hear me? "Solid" way more than a word
To me, it's

the movement

I love to let my mind wander away
On a journey by itself, it takes me to a place
Where dreams come true, a level so high
Without the use of drugs,

everything's gunna be alright 
Walk by my side in this battle that I fight 

Cause all the lyrics that I write are real 
In room full of people and I still feel

Frustrated by your life
Each of them annoys you
Every day the same shit
Day by day
Disengage
Anger

You need a valve
To let everything out

pray you don’t learn Patience & and long suffering 
By being a Patient with lungs suffering 
From your days of sniffing out white lies to puff puff pass

that's uncut
I need it every day yet I count it up
c young nigga gotta get his bread up
Run it up run it up run it up
Move another pack like a bread truck

by the worms
So sorry I'm not concerned with giving villains what they deserve
I'm simply a product of the earth
Uncut wood, I'm undisturbed
See it

Yung Trxp a menace I really get stacks, 
Run up my money by flipping them packs
I put my whole city on my back, 
Even when my own family turned they

snowball
Rolls and it grows

Shit he almost passed out before they broke the choke hold
These old toads
That sold him warts by the boatload
That's raft, not