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I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why

Never knew if you'd understand
My soul
But I see right through yours
And I know that I'm bringing you down
But know that I want you around
Oh look in my

need to stop it yeen really making profit
I'm the king of my city if you hating you can't stop it
You can catch me out in riverside I'm cooling by

to drown himself in beer
My Mom says he's my Daddy
But he says that he don't know
I don't know why he's like he is
I try to love him though

Well I said, I'm

high)
No more questions Eazy E
Paint the picture the beat my easel
Y'all don't know just what I mean
Me and B we snapping on the beat, produced by Fackler

No Alibi

The Roots

Illadelph Halflife

1996

verdicts, no alibis

Who knows what you snorted
Or who support what you recorded
But don't get it distorted, in this orbit you're aborted
Shit's imported,

a bitch, got in VC and started coppin' hella pleas
Fuck Vannes, I'll pay some niggas to get you killed at DC
Alligator, if I'm in Florida, you better pray

Gun Harmonizing

Crooked I

The Revival EP

2009

"Somebody lift me up, yeah
And give me a hannnnnd
Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway
There's a curve in the road
I don't know when I'm

my phone die
I don't even know why, I'm just in my own vibe
Ye, ye
I'm in my own vibe
Ye, ye
I'm in my own vibe
Niggas wanna take my chain but that's

a vice
And I turn it into price
I see em signs
Coming in and out like tides

I don't know why
I don't I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't I don't

my Guardians

We get it on our own, we don't need a nigga recipe
When I'm at the top, you know my brother's gon' be next to me

Oh I'm quick like

home
Macaulay Culkin, I know you home alone
When I come over you my bitch so I give you bone
Yeah, we ain't in Georgia but I want that dome
And I got

why we don't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction
'Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your

slow but she in hurry
Poppin tags
Dont make me mad
I might call the brodie
No you not the homie
Step back you dont really know me
Ball like im kobe
24

sorry"
I came up like Jabari
I'm swervin' up in the car-y
She know I'm not retardy
I'm smokin', I'm high like Martian
In the sky with the UFO
It's me

Cars

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Road to the Riches

1989

in there too? Yo I know he’s chilling
Yo I just got the AMG kit on mine and it’s funky funky funky, funky
G: Word KMGD?
M: Word
G: How much it run

think I'm pressed, by who? damn
Don't hit my line, we through, banned
Less you tryna book, need 2 m's
Out with the old, no new friends
I don't hide out

know you see me too
So why why why why why
Aren't you over here hitting me up
I said why why why why why
I know you wanna be my guy why you playin dumb

I'm way too far gone to see
Green lights while you see me fly by
Don't know just why I hurt myself but don't wanna leave
I'm reinventing myself
I'm

In Too Deep

Unlinked Artist

Pop Hits, Vol. 61

you 
All I know is I'm swept away 
Taken by this undertow 
Ooh, waves are crashing in
Baby, baby don't let me go, 'cause

I'm in too deep 
I'm in

the wrong ideas
Y'all jus know bits and pieces
I ain't talkin bout no reese's
Nigga you don't know how the fuck I grew up
Started off in an environment it was

You don't really know
What you on
But you gotta let me know
Before I go
I'm getting ready to move on
(Can't slow me down)
I don't mind being alone,

face only if I'm getting paid that's just how I'm comin' through
Let me know now
Call me on the line get the phone out
I don't want to wait, shit changed

think
It's too much pressure
Gotta hurry, gotta hurry
Gotta hurry, gotta hurry
I'm out of time
Can't hear my thoughts
Can't hear my voice
Why I always