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the gangstas know 
Its been a long hard road and I had a way to go 
When I was young I was labeled as a basket case 
And every one walked by me got the gas face

jealous at the drop of a dime, wanting to kill all womankind
You are a perfect ten with the perfect tan goddess
Who could sell Evian to a drowning man

gun man I get active,
still step with the sixties and we got corn in blickys,
and they make mad noise,

old school slept with a 12,
die by a rottie kept

Bad luck is created by your own swords
Your own words towards the man in the mind's castle
High time we set fire to the Gates of Eden
So much smoke from

merked
She call me baby, but I been the man since birth (since birth)
Down bad, but I fought straight through that curse
Yeah
I want what I want and it's

done doing my thing
With my seat relaxing

And on the day I die
I can say I tried to save my tribe
Please don't cry
Away I fly where I can play by my

I’m Tryna get the paper
Wanna get some paper
Tryna get paid
Tryna get paper
It’s all about the paper

Verse 1:

I got trust issues so many did me

handle it to get from the bottom
I used my mind to make it out they look at what I got
And wanna count up my money but never the problems, that come with

up or man down
Stand up or stand down
Hungry got ah tummy growl
Preparing myself for when the money pile
So come now or later hell or high water

No Rider

Urthboy

The Hip Hop Show

2005

superman's cryptonite talkback
shock jock sponsorship, politicians dirty money
Saw you coming from a mile away you got the
right-of-way yeah that's what all

snakes who don't make a peep
The plan at the hand in the sand all complete and created
By one man

A blast from the past and a place you can't see
Reminds

Fade Black, leave the credits blank 
Theres no sequel 
That blockbuster 
Only Cause it lacked luster 
Got the rhymes but I'm no busta 
Wanted Corey, but

They be walkin
All they do is lie
I already know

These hoes be lyin
Lyin' ass bitch
Get your weed fixed man
You know the vibes nigga

Put that Mac

I never had, I never had, yeah
Yeah, I got the gem in me, my friends know I got cred
Expand with me, good jobs, good team
Get away from me, if you

that she's more into sniffing
I'm trying to score
So by the morn, I sport a new addiction
Check the sound
Freshest out
Damn I'm feel blessed and proud

the boys man that shit will rail ya
Goin on a trip take a ship I'll sail ya
Rostakovich lettuce and kale ya
Ooo baby pluck so hard
Don't be getting hurt by

the motions

Like a jet ski
Or Gretzky skating on ice
Nothing worth having comes free or easy
Even heaven's got a price

Jesus paid with His life
He Made my

got a taste
And she dropped the pin let me slide to her place
If you think that I'm joking just look at my face
Man I feel like a rocket take off into

he’s here to change the world
But looks and soundbites are all that he’s got

The nature of charisma strikes again
Was bound to let you down, but now

down, swear my heads still reeling 
I deserved it, Ain't perfect and i learned that the hard way 
It ain't like I was dodging, ducking, running away 
It

miserable, going through it

That nine I'm keeping it tucked
Me and her be falling in love
I'm stacking away all these bucks
You ain't taking nothing from me

If you pass by the liquor store
Take that bottle of old 64
A pack of smoke for my lungs mellow
But don't walk the wrong side of the road

I was

would be like,
Abdominal, is pretty damn good.
Well thats what I've been try'na say man,
Would you remove those bananas from your earholes and pay

fought for what not that matters
The man was a nothin but a monkey no manners
Before we had us shit was ba nanas
No matter how hard I try I couldn't lie
No