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The Chi bumping Common
But the only thing in common
Is crime and more violence
I play a little game, you say you fly
I’m over fly
I’m the pilot that’s left

the only product I sold
Fans in Berlin going out of control
Yeah, I fuck a lot of new hoes
Penthouse on top of the Lowes, Versace my robe
What's in my

in a tune
On the same riddim when I'm
8 bar spitting and
It's best you know your place on the-
I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout
These MCs

Beats By TooF

I'm tell ya like this
I'm tell ya like that
I'm in the studio
And I'm spitting facts
You can find me in the back
Counting up racks

Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But

abandoned by his biological dad
Do he need to be educated like a college grad
Does he need to live under a roof of an elegant house
Do i need to be a hustler

Ridaz

DMG

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah
Then I'll be straight
Fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in

canned food
Live by the morals that we grew up with
Can't tell us what we can or can't do
561 to the 305 welcome to south Florida we gon' rise
From

Let's Roll

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets
Skeets of the rain, feet in the games
And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit
Drama then we handle

Boyd
I'll put on for the Burg, By paving routes
Set in stone

Once I say it, It's true
That's a fact
Y'all be prone to spitting lies in the booth
Always

The Narrow Path

Exile

Below the Heavens

niggas pitch as quick as Nolan Ryan
Holding iron, blowing smoke, elope in fire, flame spitting
The game is just a way to escape
And our pain is just

stuck up in the spotlight
I’m just spitting into my mic
Until it gets far in the dark night
Bruce Wayne flow in the game
Cuz I’m only bringing flame
I

a Porsche
Still they criticise my talk
It's impossible to live a life
Living like the wolves, so tight
I got snow white, it's hid inside my shorts
Understand

Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga

Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by

Let's Roll

Boot Camp Clik

Puss-N-Boots

2004

hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets
Skeets of the rain, feet in the games
And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit
Drama then we handle

spitting sixteens since sixteen,
Stay focus n*gga you can live your dreams

I dont really talk about my pain cuz I don’t want no pity,
Wish god made us

Millions lives were at stake when they met by that lake
In an old German house in the snow
We can only regret and must never forget
The depths

Tilted Towers swag, I built a power bag
Puffing sour, drag, game got an hour lag
I paint a powder keg black with flower flags
Live on an outer edge

riding around town, in my drop top beamer,


Raps dead except for K Dot, J Cole, & Snow Tha product,
Rittz, MGK, A$AP and Jon Connor,
And them independent

Let's go

Yeah
I never would've guessed that your heart was covered in snow
Like it's stuck in December
Watch out for black ice you don't want

to
Me in the game that I had to
Spit in order to feel the same

Freestyle, relax, relax
Listen ‘cause I’m not gonna repeat myself

It’s not that I hate

hit flat
I just copped my check and I don't know what to say
I live by the 401 don't got no 401K

Yeah, Rich kids in the hills
Only love subtweets

to clean up all the shit up in your ears
With my persona that I'm calling Dr. Drake OH BOY
What a mouthy mothafucka that I tend to be
Where is Snow Da

to clean up all the shit up in your ears
With my persona that I'm calling Dr. Drake OH BOY
What a mouthy mothafucka that I tend to be
Where is Snow Da