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clock, two
O' clock, three o' clock, four
Five o' clock hit's probably
Never going home
Quarter past six and I got her going strong
Thirty minutes later

Hello, step into the deadzone
Hellhole - from heaven you've been thrown
Kill or get killed, have you read the memo
Pick a weapon, set the tone from

Point 1 - call and meet, ??, pay ya debt
Point 2 - don't hate the haters
They cloudin' your judgement
And 3, never let 'em know what you're thinkin'

got me
Step 3 Imma ride for you baby
Step 4 ride or die for my baby
Call me by name and ill be there inna min min
This the typa drip to Make em stare

on a muthafuckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, nigga lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch

My life been a movie and shit
To keep it 100
Sometimes I be losing my grip

They say get back on yo shit
They not makin no sense
School wasn't making

Days gone in a blink of an eye
Got a routine and a glass to the side
Same old life just passing me by
Feels like I'm just wasting my time

I'm

ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon

my name, that's lyrical tagging
Been talking contrasting colours, red, blue, black and whitish (Ah huh)
Look at extremes of the spectrum, there's

We the team, we the best yuh
Let em bleed, what a mess yuh
Hear the screams, but they won't ever get ya
One, two, three, we the killing Trifecta

I

First off, fuck Santa Claus
He ain't never done shit for a nigga like me
People been hating on me since
I was like three
Just because I was different

blues, you ain't never seen that
Three grams, big woods, that's the Bumfeet pack
Tryna run up in my hood, make you run so fast
Ion say a single word, but

then pissed on
So If I lift the weapon up, I'll wet him up, no getting up
Don't press your luck
I got a lot, but I don't get enough, never that
If I lose

Last Day

Joe Budden

No Love Lost

2013

You'll never see these jeans sag
You would think so with this tucked Glock
And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar
Know I'm always with that club hop
This

with shit
I'm gassed up by the toxic environment surrounding my dreams
Now, I might get combusted
Fela, who exactly did you make the zombie for?
Cos

something to see
She says it in three
Let's do it again
Lets do it again
I will never die
Get used to me
Riding on my enemies
Get down on your knees
Bow down

But never cocky
With you till you
Outta line let the
Punchlines fix you
And it's me with we
U.W.U with the keys
Set the world free
Sparda says
Follow me

Skepta, the album's out, you get me
Go buy that, family tunes, Frisco's in the building you get me
Every time I open my mouth blud
I say a lyric and another

What's Clef [Bonus Track]

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you

Free Turkey

Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

2014

you was making brownies
Get a bounty on your head and you'll need more than the quicker picker upper
It gets sicker, you'll be some stick-up kid's

neck
We kept working while y'all slept
I got something to say to y'all 
Hold up (yeah)
I ain't never need a weapon cuz my mind too sharp (sharp)
Wide

but my niggas will spin and I got no say 
Load up on tissue they crying today 
Err-body got issues nobody is safe 
Keeping that shit in no safe 
Lay it

Them man say they got boys on road
I don't care about your boys on road
What are you on?
Don't really care about your bars and flows
Cos your bars

you’re gonna need your whole squad
You’ll soon come to find, I’ve been blessed by the gods
Main man in the spot, with the red dot hot
Get the fuck up outta