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in the world that's real different
And what you gon' be when you grow up Nate? I doubt they will get it
My life is a mess, better watch your step
you don't know me by now, you'll never know
Stepping on my critics, beating on my foes
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow
Straight
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
'til your ass is crippled
In a wheelchair, knee-cap raps, flashbacks to digital, warfare...

[talking]
Yoaw, I want to say whattup
to everybody who
is in
Well I know I've got something for your body
Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
is in
Well I know I've got something for your body
Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
at the strip club is gon have to stop

[Chorus]
Late
It shoulda came by now
So I'm tryna figure out
Late
What the hell you did
Baby to me when you took
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours

Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God,
From the album best of donovan

An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till
The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfucking face 
Your album ain't tight, what in the fuck is you pushing?
You played out just
to skeet crack
I represent the slum
Gangsta body dipped in all black
Don't act like you ain't know that
My clique is quick to go at
Any of why yall
bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Tell these motherfuckers what we talking about
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
poppin'
You niggas be droppin'
And when you do your albums be floppin'
When ever I spit it
Man better yet when ever I drop it
Your wifies gone cop it
about me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
War's on my mind
Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's

Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they
you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

[Chorus]
when he said
"Hey! I can drive!", because we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
We fucking tried, okay?
You wanted your own sections in the restaurants,
Asshole By Nature

[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
the snitch know to get it on

24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
When you open up your mouth
I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about
(It goes) Watch out!
We all love a clown
But we don't wanna se
logic ain’t designed to intertwine with you suckers
Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers
There’ll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in