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Here I am
Amidst a world upside down I stand
Unsure if I’m worthy of being called a man

As each day grows darker the light dimming, swimming through

play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
Posted by the bar holding a scotch
Don't know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch

month is also home to of course
Blueberries hot dogs baked beans bison if dead in cooking falls under this heading ice cream the absolute most Important

pushin givin oppos hell n droppin shells

I'm a player I'm a P I been pushing it
I'm a big dog way I walk ain't no confusing it

Walk what I talk
Man

the free throw
Flatbush born dead, nigga I'm a hero
And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero
Tolerance for bullshit or ego
Took enough acid and I'm feeling like

bounced
Man I used to sell it by the ounce
Then I graduated to a pound
Put a slab on the table
I'll buss it all the way down
Man told that bitch I'm a dog

Crazy by the Flesh

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

Made by the, ah, Flesh (flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh)
(the Flesh, the Flesh)

Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
deep in your mental,

tooth 'cause I spit it hard with every single letter-man
Y'all gon' need a medic van, meet me on a track and I'll 
Decapitate 'em, raise 'em from the dead

sleep
Nights quick and all the days long
With no sunshine, all I feel is the rain, dog
And everyone just keep on telling
Me to stay strong
But I'm

Man, I balled the hardest dog, I was slinging big dope
Had money, women, ALL that shit man you know what I am saying, just everything
I had it all;

spanked
(Blat) Cause ya man fake
In bad shape
Fingers twisted up
Secret handshake
Sad face
Haters big mad like Glenn dead
I been dad
Y'all my seeds
That

brick by shit brick writing licks 
For life and die before I quit 
I sit and wish my sickness fits a king
My fingers rich with rings 

My gifts just go

dead guys, I put the I in violence, so I advise you not to cross that line, real niggas don't televise

and he got by to keep that shit too quiet, I got

21st Century Crisis

Shyheim

Nervous Reanimated

2005

like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail, by the morning
All everybody else'll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate, let a couple years

bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance

Chauncey ben Frank's
All my friends dead like a zombie
Money on the floor, I'm on time like Ashanti
Fourth ShittyBoy, I'm MIA, they tryna find me

Dog Shit

30 and 40 in I make it stretch
Got it up run it up just like a catch
Walkin' the dog but the Glock not a pet
Re-up supurb when I whip up a batch
Stay

Yuh!  Ay!  Yuh!  Yuh!  Ay!  Yuh!  Yuh!  Ay! (PhorHead)
Gotta get the bread 'till I'm dead
'Till I've bled all the blood in my veins
Like a flood,

ballin'
Football head, Hey Arnold
I beat the beat down till it's dead
They too soft for em'
I literally walk on em'
I'm killin' beats like COVID do
Smoke

Make'm Bleed

Fiend

Ghetto Organized

1998

Man  shit. 
Picture I got my niggas Gambinos. 
Serv On  Fiend. 
The whole No Limit niggas behind me. 
This ain't about no rappin no more. 
Fuck

got no luck
In the fight for custody of me nobody showed up
I'm telling you man, I was a ugly kid
Mom only kept the negatives of my pics
So ugly my dog

dead
Bubba land Kept it 100
Took my dawg
Swea that bx was getting money

I swea

Dog foodSwitched my lanes
Like fuck the cops Bitch ion care

When I walk

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

The Best of Tru

2005

dead he's a man
But I be bustin, hustlin, niggas ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggas ain't trustin
No bitch or no nigga, ho or no sucka
Fiend

resting, stay at the Westin
Switch to the left hand, stacking the dead man like I'm a felon
Stay with the fire like a caveman, yeah, I'm so fly like