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There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8

Yea Abom on that beat

They coming in shootin shi
Had to load my hollow tips
Pull out my mac and start spraying
Leave the bodies to the floor start

resides in my aorta
Precedes any rap nigga thinking they sorta, half decent
Lucifer in my 4th quarter
Which batch of bitch I'm in, brodie? The bad sort

Or either Dre CD's
Or maybe Illmatic by Nas
Or possibly doggystyle by snoop dogg
Lived it like religion
Critics call it modern day sorcery
Cause I follow

on the right, yeah
I don't get caught by the lights, nah
I'm like a thief in the night, uh
I got it by my side
On the right
Yeah, I got no time
I'm with my

Friday

Fatal

In the Line of Fire

1998

wet it,
Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew,
Maestro can stand through,
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
When I pass the Mac to Rock

with me

Don't even walk by me, don't even talk to me (yuh)
Don't even look at me, I don't wanna be friendly

Don't even walk by me, don't even talk

baow)

If we see a opp, then nigga, we dumpin' (ayy)
Four get to knockin' on 'em, we gon' jump 'em (ayy)
And my bro got the beatin' on 'em, get

Smokefest 1999

B Real

Rap Life [Clean]

1999

twenty-four karats
If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents
'cause tash fuck it up, don't twist it up wit luck
My style is cold like I

can she take a trip
If your money fold I ain't involved, I'mma boss now
Did it by myself, building wealth like I'm Rothschild
I smell like paper, in

see
Through that shit like glass
Man you niggas ass, that is why I passed ya
I can do this by myself
What the fuck is backup
Had to put my feelings down

collar for tight dollar corporate management
But fuck it, yo, I'm a rhyme scholar
High value clients, no value in myself
I felt blinded by the money, it

can't see where yo' waist
But where yo' wrist at?
He ain't seen his ho in a minute
Where his bitch at? I came by myself the
Barbecue a nigga kickback
I

swin with the fishes for spittin that hook
He ain't livin his rhyme he a crook
I ain't fuckin with bitches I'm tryin get rich
Hit that lick by myself he

he a bitch
I caught him by myself and smacked him with the stick
You playing with me, you don't know what happened to the last one
Upped the score

heard was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac 10's
Its just

made 15 G's
Not bad without a college degree
I'm only 19 pro skatin' was the dream
Sponsored by Mugillikuty
Tryna make a name for myself put food up

think I always fucking felt this way since I was four
I can't help but to have a chip on my shoulder
97 fucking songs I gotta be closer
I'm so sick

the reefer (that sounds like a good idea)
Put on Mac and Devin Go To High School I'm cool
Motherfuckers snappin' online I just laugh and pass 'em by (stupid)

harnessed, get the carpet now i'm coming with my hand on the MAC
Part Time Artist, being modest thats a fact

They ain't knowing who i am, i'm about to teach

So, I'm tellin' you, I was just in Portland
Like, I drove
Four hours to get back, I don't, I don't know
How long it really was, but 15 minutes later

now we tied
Ima go by myself nigga don't need a ride
Crush him in his temple he can't use his mind
Ion feel right taking what's not mine
But your soul

just paid the bitch to rinack
Heard he had a pint for twenty-five, send that
Anything I've ever said on God, I meant that

Set off by myself, nigga,

At four I had to learn English real quick
Had trouble with my accent it didn't click
Struggled having un idioma at the crib
But I think around