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forgot my name and could give a f*ck what I do
Crazy how I still pray for you, the best for you, and support you through the shadow blue
A different view

Clean, like a vigil I service 
Biblical verses, 
Keep it lean, like what you stick in your syrup, but don't misinterpret, I'm a 

CEO, eatin' beats like

team 48 of laws
If he broke don’t drop your drawls, just get that mouth How you let that n**** f*** you and he can’t feed you?
How you claim to be a boss

Kick it like Messi
Kiddies be texting
Could give a fuck my pedal I'm pressing
Run me the check please
Don't even press me
I'm on the bench press getting

slide we gone finish that , aye yeah we gone swang till it's over wit , any disrespect a getcha clean f*cked over jit aye say I promise you don't want it

but they don't live by it
Same ol', different year
I'm more than a bit tired
Lately I feel like I'm just ready for some big riot
Can't be assed with it

Young mula in your motherfucking area
Fuck a future mama, you are Miss Tonight
And I'm Mr Right, now don't get left
Young F, yeah that what they call

slow burners among the team
From all the dung under these dungarees
The version with swears is the one that's clean
Shitting on kids purge the game Rick

Maybe I don't know my grandma
Who done felt all my pain
Maybe she don't gotta clean up
The big mess that you made
Maybe she can just retire
Get that well

named the broad a Doja Cat
Bet your brows just raised 
I guess you look for me 
Flow so dirty how 
How I wipe the record clean
Martin Luther King 
How I

Keepin' It Gangsta [Remix]

M.O.P.

Street Dreams

2003

gangstas' favorite gangstas, and duke better bolt
Before these slugs sink in his waves like anchors
We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty
I toss

gangstas' favorite gangstas, and duke better bolt
Before these slugs sink in his waves like anchors
We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty
I toss

some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos

di country
F*** wid mi food
Pon a head mi lef a

Check e account
If Di cheque clear
Get there don't wait till next year (chi-ching)
30 odd inch fimmi

survives in hot and cold weather
Im not a rapper just concise me a story teller
Its time to get rich im telling you its now or never
They say don't never

it worked out and I'm clean
I had to make a decision, yeah
I want a life of abundance, yeah
Don't give a sh what you think, nah
F it you like it

day’s loot
On that, got the boot, knockable
Dude’s a fool because I killed him in
A rap battle even though we cool
I don’t give a f no more
That’s why I’m

to follow rules
I had Arone engineer you know my vocals clean
Just the belief in me, made me write hopeful things
Dre my brother since kids now he my A&R

and clean
My composure is me
No one notices me
But I'm rockin' the beat
I don't drop anything
I don't got many things
Give me props that I need
When it flops

I'll write at you
You don't want any part of this pen
Flower pot men, Bill and Ben 
Ben and bill, want a beat 
1000 bills, she wanna beat
I give her

Wollin he warned us, but nobody heard him
Totalitarianism inverted
Not representative systems perverted
And it just don't help with the hurting

your brain police ask I don't explain
I ride for all my guys and I promise they do the same, uh
Hold up what's your name cuz?
Come here give your chain

know you need me to create
Placebo effect
Trust me You're just as good by yourself
But stay with me don't you leave me I need you
When you realize I've

Girls, Girls

Jay-Z

Bravo Black Hits, Vol. 7

2002

been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her