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DOING WHAT's NECESSARY FOR THE TREASURE I BURY SHOUT'S OUT TO MY REAL HOOD NIGGA'S NEVER SCARY DOWN THE STREET SO MANY MEMORIE'S AT THE CEMETERY MY EYE'S

sequel

Getting kinda hard to get by so we get high
Blow trees feel good that's the way out sitting at the crib 
And I'm just hoping that I blow up

Hunta Killa

Brotha Lynch Hung

EBK4

2000

(that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who? )
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can

seh yuh pussy good gyal anuh rum chat 

RUKUM KADAF BUDAF BUDUM BAF

A so Yuh batty roll like thunda 

She run off di cocky like she hear a gun shot

every mother fears
Never threatened by my Other peers
Share a common bond we a family yes those are my brothers there
Like the people you find under

technique
Mek him feel like seh we good and den ah R.I.P
Show up ah dem nine-night cah we heart clean
Nuh ah dem seh dem ah dweet but dem nuh dweet like we

till another day she falls away
My kids are so confused cause their daddies gone left alone
singin its so hard to say good-bye at the funeral home whats

There is something strange down by the cemetery
Emptying the graves left and right
Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings
Underneath the pale

soul
To Saturn, it doesn't matter how you roll
I'd rather you go
To the cemetery or morgue with 10 or
12 of your boys over hoes, money
Or irrelevant wars

by Satan
Then your face was stepped on and
Shaved with the weapons of Jason
Left in the rain til the leprosy sank in
Left to be eaten by featherless

Live Me Long

Fiend

There's One in Every Family

1998

by flaws
I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few
My days could be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you
See I'm TRU, because my niggas

I did it much better in most of my demos
Never relied on a feature, I'm smoking a zushi, I pass to my fellows
Cool with the bag and I'm good with

You're in the Right Place

George Canyon

One Good Friend

2004

way to a half-way house
And there a little grey-haired woman on a life long mission 
Took him by the hand, said, "Boy, now you listen" 

If you've

Gunshot

Ini Kamoze

Here Comes the Hotstepper

1995

and men and people
For some it's good and some, stupid evil
For Kings and Queens and El Presidente
Or passer-by and spy or could wind up in the cemetery

like good sex,
We stackin paper like a bookshelf.
It's gon be my privilege to tell,
How Kartel ran dancehall sittin in the middle of a cell,
And my

been knocked down and undermined
When there’s a war what is it good for
You’ve seen it thousands of times
How many more, how many more
How many more

You made your choice on the way to the cemetery
Where no one was around
In my mind was an image of a monastery
Hands rising from the ground
I wake up

done a good job
Of gettin' rid of all my happiness
I didn't mean to be this good, sorry
It must be just an accident
You gotta take me seriously
‘Cause I

Don't take the following words as reverence for tradition
I've learned to pick my battles by losing most I've fought
The more mores subverted,

to be
You are so dead to me, I hope... 

I aint got no sympathy 
And by the time you hear this then you'll know you're not meant for me
And we were not

rate is so alarming

I'm rhyming for the good of the people 
I care about justice, not what's legal or illegal
I'd rather string 'em up, I don't give

diffrent when you disobey or runaway simply cause of fear, no what i'm sayin
Fear can even be a good thing, must fear God its a true thing
Don't let the fear

all to fight
We're all sensitive
Don't lie like you ain't
Cause by the night
You'll definitely be ranting bout somethin' you hate
And complaining

on your day
I've passed by a lot
I never once stayed...
I never once gave my everything to anyone
Always half a heart
Always half a day
Always on delay when