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the drugs so you know imma spray
Aim ain't a thing when you see imma pray
Food on my plate better call it a tray
Hungry for murder I'm never afraid
What did

do[00:18.29]We're by your side[00:20.41]We'll be right here[00:21.71]Just to dry your eyes[00:27.33]Hush little baby[00:29.05]Don't you cry[00:30.61]But if you

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my

my crimes I've hid
Not in the sense of a legal court, more from my judgment tarot ward
When I'm not fool or hermit, empresses what for I'm searching

down in the ground
Say a prayer for him, yeah we hustlin’
Now is the time to take on this punishment
Return to the earth as nourishment
You food for

shoot the nasty bitch
In the mouth for nothin'
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas
Take our food away and we recognize

rooting for a losing team[00:18.13]Was born Mozambique[00:19.16]A '97 kid[00:20.31]Let me take you back to when[00:21.52]My Big brother would spend hours

for the game but I make it look well
Straight out New Orleans
7th ward nigga (7th Ward)
Who would've thought id be ringing the bell
You niggas clueless

make it look well
Straight out New Orleans
7th ward n**** (7th Ward)
Who would've thought id be ringing the bell
You n***** clueless
Y 'all laughed when

is a pimp by blood so what's the cause for this hating and shit
Husso Hard in this bitch
Undefine not a trick but I'm tricky with clips
And I really

Thick As A Brick, Pt. 2

Jethro Tull

Thick as a Brick

1972

See there, a man was born and we pronounce him fit for peace
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease
We'll take

LATER.
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll

Tear It Up

Magic

On My Own

2003

the Crescent, I'm bout whatever you thought
Make a move, and I'm blasting with no question

This for my gangsta ass niggaz, in the club
Throw up your set, if

the love is gone
And the more I look it drives me mad
Where does my heart belong ?
Oh, it's a 21st love century
It's love time for you and me
Baby, I love

For too long I thought I was broken not just broke[00:21.98]Left to wander without hope[00:24.10]Down my long and lonesome road[00:26.91]Alone

and safety to my house across the street.
Bless the casserole and cake to sustain our bodily needs
And the new girl in the ward will ask for my digits please.

Beneath the Surface

GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

the vacant districts, for four religions, studied Pagan scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, to ward

to school at The Home of the Vikings At Valley
Go For Gold, Valley Up, Get on that Viking Ship, Valley Rally
This land isn't quite McFarland, Cali
Mexicans

a ward (so I kept on running)

Aha aha aha...
Now my glasses are under a train
Now my glasses are under a train

I think I was born for greatness - like

constructing your ward
Reap what you've sown and die by the sword
With puritanical precision, enforce it on all
Each man for himself and everyone, an island

better call Flock (Flock)
Flock give me the word 
Green Light Y'all ni**a'z all Lunch 

Change a Ni**a future when I take this mask off 
Get 21 shoots for

Tryna turn the Pennies for my thoughts into millions so I can't be no regular civilian
Hope I make my fam proud in the ending and leave something for

facing[01:59.42]Got these habits[02:00.55]And there not changing[02:02.05]Looking for a better life[02:03.87]I'm waiting[02:04.92]Thought by now[02:06.11]Maybe I made

By American and Russian artillery paint
Everything stands proudly lopsided

And then come the makeshift camps set up
For the many hungering displaced