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savage that curse queens 
I'm something from his worst dreams 

First we handling first things, I'm subsurface unseen 
Grat'll hold planet by purse
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
Afraid to close your eyes
Too scared of what you'll see
The nightmares, blood, the horror
But it's just a dream
You know it's not for real
It's
what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games of the Tower's fall
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
physical swing
Break beats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining* to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let
to the brotherman
Hopes are lost to the malevolent gameplan
Annihilation of original citizens
of this great planet Earth - listen
P-Dog spits the dope words born
nigga
I could see the way
Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again yeh

[Mark Curry]
Curry going hit again
Dreams your living in
This what you
the dark side
We made men, made from the realest niggas thoughts
With the game from our veins straight to the heart

nigga, feel it, know what I'm sayin' 
We
the underworld, and the underseas. In The Name of Jesus Christ.

(satan):
(growl) there's been damage to my kingdom.
What are we dealing with ??
Who are they
my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look at the reflection
that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shit for your
Inside words and I hurl away
Until the world becomes my cemetery
This ain't no Child's Play
Charles Lee Ray can't stop me
I'm made up of demon's blood
tomorrow
On the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes
Every night
And I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies
Everyone buys
About what it
cause bein a fool ain't cool
When I walk past them same corners just like you
I got hopes and dreams
By the time I'm thirteen I wanta tote around
of nails
Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then
jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature
baby I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
'2Pac'
And I ain't stopping'
Till I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops
Yeah, P!
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don't love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face

It go, waste removal, we
that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shit for your
are Lorax'd off the block
The floods are warm and blood is just red colored chicken stock

It was all a dream
Pictures in murder dog magazine
[?]
hella p's

I'm doing big things, I got big dreams
Move out of my way, if you ain't for me
Feel like a winner, I put in work
So many years, man I
You wonder why
I hang with these thugs.
Whut?
I'm from the hood,
Nigga.
I gives a fuck. (I gives a fuck.)
It's in my blood.
Since I was little
made by men with itty bitty penises 

The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them 

Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'?

R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my