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I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high
If you ain't up

Game Face

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin'

[Chorus]
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the game, P.E.!
We ain't for the game
We for

I don't know why this guy wants to die, thinking he can ride

Hand glide, certified, more side alongside
Drive-bys, broad day, no matter what you say

punching your hand
No 360 deals I'm not nathanial goddamn
Not trynna be saved by a fucking hashtag

This beat hard but don't abuse it
Let's get stupid

know I smoke that la la la la
Get fry, 360 fizzi it help me get by
It got that bomb
Wish your vice got every kind
You'd be blind like a rock star
Leang

Goodbye

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance

R.I.P to haters bring out the casket, man (rest in peace)
Talking shit you get hit by me and the JACKETMAN (ha)

Got a lot of shit to say I don't even

doin'
Rollin’
Picture me Picture me Picture me
What you see me doin'
Chief’n
I was stuck in the P.J’s
Now I’m flying P.J’s
Niggas who jumped off the plane

This the last song on the album
Best song on the album
Switch it up
This is poetry supposedly the end was getting close to me
That statement sittin'

sponsered by Nike
all this hype be surroundin me
and I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin
you ain't my homie to be a cold day in hell

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

weed
And I was in the game a long time keep it a p
We hit 2017 ima make it a key
But by 2018 I was locked in the cell
Signed up for my time spent a year

because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk

acknowledge it
Flow is crazy I'm saucing
Flying by on a rope swing
Wind blowing you talking but I don't see no walking
You crazy boy
You aint making noise
I be

Strictly This Game

RBL Posse

An Eye for an Eye

1997

sponsered by Nike
All this hype be surroundin me
And I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin
You ain't my homie to be a cold day in hell

resurrect through the night
Came alright in a flight
You jokers are flying with me
You landed right on my kite
You jokers are sippin' sprite
Man throw that

stepped into my life
Now I'm flying high above the floor
High above the norm
(Norm)ally I would spazz like this
But I felt like this album needed something

This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,

Yeah, man, I guess I took the summer off (Why?)
Why? I was buzzing, didn't wanna stop
Flying seaplanes above the yacht
Threeways on the beach, smoke