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Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

of coke 

An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder 

Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water 

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's

Ghetto D

Master P

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

of coke 

An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder 

Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water 

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's

Intro 
Mm-huh....., yeah!....Yeah,
Long time mi gone and mi just come back,
One in a di chamber, nuff in a mi back!,
Too much oil mi haffi mek a pit

get the monsters out the closet and the cards out from under the table
Always layin' cable, keep the dick and itch the balls later
Lookin' for the ones

My mind is sublime in Wabi-Sabi

A spider spinning webs in the corner of the room
Three candles melted down to their waxy tombs
A feather on the table

Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

of coke 

An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder 

Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water 

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's

Ghetto D

Master P

Tight Azz Mixes

1998

of coke 

An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder 

Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water 

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's

us made
I'm out the bubble
I'm free like soap particles
Like soap particles

We push the pedal with pride
That I don't let consume me
The repetition is

Ed

King Missile

Happy Hour

1992

of art.

"Come to think of it," 
Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table 
That he had purchased when times had seem slightly less bleak, 
"Come

the beat up
You suspect
Just another chamber
In my mind that's unkept
If I don't bomb this
You'll be like
You promised
Put it all together
Like furniture

bubble like a stab vest
And the DistroKid lookin' crazy
I pay myself, motherfuckers don’t pay me
Been takin' notes from JME
Still learnin', yo can you

the sweater palm angels
No cap like NoCap I’m surrounded by angels
I can’t be without it keep one in the chamber
I’m stuck to this paper like I was a staple
We

Punk
Life in the dark
A courtesan cherish her rose as her life
The pedal collapses
The chamber giving her grief
All of the little reenactments
Can I

on discord
Sitting at my table, no my homie, you can’t hang with us
Not my record label, no I’m sorry, you can’t gang with us
13, 13 On the list
Gated

get rocked with these hands
Do you understand?
That you wack and I hate the way that you act
You always talk shit about
People and reference
How they're