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invested, bitch get back in line
Loving the shit and you know it, I'm peeping the flow
I live what I spit and I kill it, I kill it like Ghost
We bumping

the spot live
Aye
Yea
They want me locked in
I'm tryna be top two fuck a top five

Ooh
Put It on your mama promise ima get them M's
Aye
Get the Cartier

not want it
Had to wave on the beat put the crew up on it
Js on my feet that's flu game ain't it
Haze in a leaf that's 2 chain flavor
I'm tryna make

blinded me

God I'm begging you both my arms spread out sideways
We all broke in two since the start man we all failed
Should we question you if we're lost

She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in

rigged
The feeling you get when you see a shark’s fin as you swim
Is what it’s like when I grab mics
And like Mike, I win
I jeopardize jester’s lives, F

years, speaking of healing
So play his movie, leaving it unreeling,
Yeah, leave it unreeling, man

But that's just act one, now on to act two
Cause this

them cbs camera crews 
Third eye woke y’all gone keep on hitting f****** snooze
L’s followed by them M’s
Watch how them commas move
Intervals for those

chose to go with Ibby and I lived closer, but I think she wanted drugs cos she's a nitty, but she didn't look like one she was quite pretty and 2 days

Dirty Niggaz

Dirty

Country Versatile

1999

by death
Take hold yo breath and bust
Till you see no legs standing up
Showin no luv, dirty committed the world bloodiest massacre
On yo whole crew

(take two)
Sharpened mind without having to carry knives
Depressed like married lives
A canine ready to bury lives
(it's GTech)

See, I'm front

sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine  
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops,

wonderfully you make these bitches want to flea

Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis
I be flippin' the bird to the public, I'm holding grudges
I'm always angry, and I dunno

at school, I hit the block like what you did today
Man, I'm stayin' in today, cause a nigga I ain't had to live this way
Tryna tell me by myself, I know

to impose, 
At Oxford International we live by a code  ,
We make everybody invest, 
Listen up to me first, 
Have your money make more money call that interest.

as fuck paralyzed by the indica
Choppa with the scope to see body temperature
With the shit's never fail to the deliver, ha
I go ape at maximize you bare

Seasons

Freshchest Affiliates

Head Nod Supremacy

and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination

was part of my rap’s material, 
My mama & nana gave me the best, they made me feel imperial, 
Kingly, heavenly, uplifted by two strong women, 
I watch

of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us

Darkness surrounds with

back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs

By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they

pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that

learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album