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the side pocket

Martin Luther King I sold plugs
But got told on by Chris Sawyer
Funny thing bout it I just saw em
Bought it up and he quit talkin
Had

EJ Zoomin 

Thinkin to myself on my mom this is it
Studio be the job pumpin out double shifts 
Me and Juan hit angels landing almost fell

party
We tell em
(Send the address)
When we know
Good and well
We ain't bout to get dressed
Just stay laid on my chest
And rest
(Issa bless)
Hey
You
You

niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same

It Might Sound Crazy

Daz Dillinger

Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back

1998

Not today. 

Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways. 

Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money. 

Had a little freak by the name

Yeah, look
All I do is win
And I'ma pull up in the Benz
Tell the industry that I am breaking in, yeah
Finest with the pen
I know my lyricism's

Gimme

Derek Minor

Minorville

2013

and let your friends know
Wanna book me for a show, here go my info
I'd by lying if I ain't tell you some time
It's just to get dough
And I say "Just cause

your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s

started
Still let that red beam lead the sleigh
Cause I know that this type of bag make em hate

I do my dance hit the whoa then I sway
Drop my shoulders

be tamed

So i turn up the heat, and give em the flames

Cuz im on a mission, 
Im doin it all on my own so the hands on my heart  when i say that im

always deep in my thoughts
And I don't have a meaningless job
Where the scenery's squandered by people competing for squat
Eating their garbage for lunch

you got a only fans that is not a job
Lil boy you not a gangster you a bitch your name is Bob
HitEmUpTy gone up that drac I bet you get your mom

fucking with my hearing I ain't hear shit
Couldn't tell by my persona how I'm fearless
Seen your thotty hit a trappy with like bare crips
Run around,

a broker
Imagine a whole me how can I be broke em
I ain’t even told em
My stable made a quarter crash the whip that I just ordered
Guess that was the sign

Hey, hey
Oh, okay, okay, ha
It's your boy, SiL
I got my boy, Reverb 360
AB fab, your baby's dad
Tabz what's up
SiL, I got you now
Baby girl, come

Forever Ill

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy

When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with heroin
control by at the four-point

bitches get up off me
Two twin glocks mary kate and I got ashley
They aint got job but imma let em off if they want action

I had to get by myself, I had

eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand

Goddamn the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snow caps

tell the truth
My boy told me that we got some problems
Yeah I said a few
So we gotta truly solve em
Said we gotta use the tools

Boy we gotta use

that shit online but when you me im'ma spazz

These hoes mad
I can tell by how they looking
Ho Jaibby in the kitchen, can smell what cooking
My paper

shit 
But we pullin up so steezy
If yo bitch eye me
Then she just might leave ya 
Its my secret power 
Boy don't you get too heated
Give up on your

out, tell 'em what's up with my fan out
Girl, bend down, I'm goin' in with my hands out
Baddie she know what she doin', uh, I'm throwin' bands out
All

surprise Nigga!
Someone gotta tell hese motherfuclkin niggas
They can’t catch me by surprise! 
 And you know why..?
Cause i been grinding my whole fucking