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fuck, visiting all these wakes
Still can't crumble it down, spotted investigative jakes
So don't flash your gat if you're not ready to blow it
(Hit you

Cant touch what you won't go get 
They won't learn if we can't teach 
It was time for me to start loving myself
So now I'm multiplied by me 
I don't

ain’t talking about the wall by Mexico
No I’m bout to let em know
Since you wanna talk about the wall, ok let’s talk about it
Let’s talk bout Barrack

half on they neck and they back
Prepare your vest for the Victory Laps
Take titles and give ‘em back
World Series Hummers
Veteran numbers, still spit

Gettin' wrapped around, found I'm lost between your fingers
When the clock don't count we go nine rounds in the ringer
'Til we, out of breath

Gun spree

Hiding my guns at Jane's
You stepping to the block bring your handsfree

Noise pollution, evolution
Coming from my fingers, resolution

superhero capes or phones dialin' jakes
Niggas aimin' at your grape and start sprayin' the drakes
Your final words ain't ever heard while you layin' in place

A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
In verse of the State
Lost the case and gotta

they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we

a finger fuck the Glock, I'm finna put a switch on it
Nigga, I don't give a fuck, I'll drop you and your big homie
He in a fishbowl, I'ma fuck around

people a sacrifice
On that note, if those Ms are appealing
How are Candace Owens and Stacey Dash feeling
No job rent make your money dry up
Broadband

Twice Inna Lifetime

Mos Def

Black Star

1998

yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than

give your life for
You can get skyed by, served like a drive by
Yah I meant drive thru like
How? what? why? who?
Take you off the map and have
Your

likely than not
Y'all wouldn't be no rappers
Your lack of hunger let me know it
I done seen niggas get boxed down at jesse owens
New chain from the swap,

me baby doll I'm half baked
So poor my drink and please don't act stink
And make sure it's light on the ice
Cause I like to feel loose when I rhyme

some asshole's
3-way or freeway
Make you crash fool
And I aint here to judge
Thats a cold story
Your favorite Rapper
Locals poppin in the club
Finger

on my waist
My day ones got caught up by the jakes
And I don't wanna make the same mistakes, oh, no, no
Lookin' at lil' bro like, "Can you tell if I

[Big L]
Yo check it out
yo check it
yo i got slugs for snitches
no love for bitches
puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
i got a rep

Attempting relationships wit' a hoe is a joke
Cause while you at your J-O, all day, bro
She at your place, yo, fuckin' with Jake, Joe, and Horatio
Y'all need

ain't hit your opp block, but you been hittin' your girl
My P-U-B's a quarter mill in the mail
I'll make it further than you, why? 'Cah I'm willin'

ride around town with the jakes, them niggas not solid can tell by they face bitch
You must wanna die today, yeah you told on yo boy like you Iayze yeah

Two knocks ,Wit boot tops
Im on the roof top
Droppin more lead then a terrorist in jewel shop

(Verse 1)
Two cops
Ride by
Loose lock
High sign
Whip

If you wanna be great at what you do, you're gonna be misunderstood by everybody
Because you're gonna be so fuckin' obsessed and so driven to get

Get Out the Map

Indigo Girls

Shaming of the Sun

1997

this old world spinnin' with a twinkle in its eye

Get out the map
Get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down
We'll leave the figurin'