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Albums:

Double Take: Relient K (Relient K) · Relient K, Vol. 1 (Open Mic Karaoke) · Relient K (Relient K) · Pickin' on Relient K (Pickin' On) · Relient K (Relient K) · Relient K Piano Tribute (Relient K) · Forever Gold: Gold Collection: Gospel Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · End Sessions, Vol. 2: The End 107.7 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · End Sessions, Vol. 1: Live on the End (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The West End Story [West End Records] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure
As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter
Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end
God is Big, huge! Moves through any place, God is so large he can swallow the Outer Space. 
God Is Big, huge! From the start to the end, God is so
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York

And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, I mean that's o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day, but
you got that llello?)
Well cook something nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust something nigga
(Are you ducking that law?)
You better run from
wearin' much gold
Drivin' a Benz, Jaguar and a Rolls
The lifestyle he lived was far from penny ante
Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho, word to granny's panties
'Cause he
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

Freak nasty, I like your dance
John the Pope
The M, A, C and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know
from a heartthrob
Middle finger up saying fuck Paul Blart
Cops got the K9 in the car lot
Someone just got shot up at the Marriott courtyard
Sitting
John the Pope
The M, A, C and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, I mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
I'm 'bout to start dumping
You hear the cries as the bullets fly by
And in the end that motherfucker died

Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you
by a sunny day

But a vaca's just a break from reality
Chasing a fallacy back then you're mad at me
Casually acting like we don't see the elephant
you got that llello?)
Well cook something nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust something nigga
(Are you ducking that law?)
You better run from
is on the vinyl (motherfucker)
That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again

The Books in
props from Wall Street to why'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat

See-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no see
This has been a Black Star P-S-A
From Mos Def, Pretty Flocko, black Dante
And the Black Star embassy, B to the K
This has been a Black Star P-S-A
From Mos Def, Pretty Flocko, black Dante
And the Black Star embassy, B to the K
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
don't quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop

Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and I'm a wreck ya from the start to end
million by the end of the week
Ya can't stop it, might as well run and cop it
You bitch ass niggas can't flock it, we...

[Guy]
We got it locked

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