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Pit Fight

Tony Touch

Piece Maker [Japan Bonus Track]

2000

Everybody already know Toca be 'bout it
And me gettin' knocked out the box, kid, I doubt it
It's crowded, up in the club, so I'm ma rub
My pinga against

tomb yeah
Ice drip, Snow fall Appalachia
It's too cold how I'm standing on a glacier
Baby, what we're drinking deeper than the ocean
So just pour out

Yeah, Produk
When I pull up don't front on me
Yerrr

They thinking it's all a joke I'm in my natural phase
The way that boy swinging a mic I'm like

they don't label me a arsonist
But been committed larcenous
More hate in me apostrophe
The nigga wants to be the boss
But won't pay what it cost to be

filled the water with lead
Man there's little babies being born with defects
And they ignore it
No pity my city tripping finna fall on it's head
Gave us

had a ride or die 
Come to find out
She had a different side
She made a little music on the side 
But she knew she had to modify 
To keep up with a real

you little ass boys you not passing me up
Too fast for the feds they can't even catch up
Throw up a deuce while I'm yelling fuck 12
Not for the peace

with my will
But I promise they will never touch that
Tryna stop me, but I told 'em "Fuck that"
These kids talk too much like Rugrats
And if you got

said
Nah nah nevermind, slow the beat down, it'll be back in no time
Always had a problem with the nicotine, couldn't care less, what you think of me
If

no class
I am a stomp that ass you rev that 
engine up around me 
one more gin neighborhood 
Hot got sunburn skin told this thot I’d stop by
watch she

(Come On P)
(Playgirl Yen)
Never trap no nigga, I'll let em out
All that naggin shit'll get you cussed out
Don't hound me for no text back, nigga,

a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in

call it in the hood
Well look man I was talking to my boy Johnny
My boy Johnny, he told me he said
Niggas is hatin on you man.
And you know what I told

My first show? Boy i mean, yeah
Every rapper remembers his first show
I mean, every artist,  full stop, no lie
That's su'in you never forget
And me

Ms. Jackson

The Vines

X-List

2003

to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her

beg ya pardon? Me if I offend any race
Culture person, people think I may be place
Went out to here, buddy Sub's in town
Come in my face, we go rounds
I

stress no more, I rock-out, I’m free, shit, I be doin’ me

If it wasn’t that good, why’d you wanna do it twice last night?
If it ain’t good for you, why

my city some people no longer with me fifty
I take my car for a ride you know I'm blasting that 50
If I could do it again I'd be a little more gritty

olympics they fall out
Awe wow need a Grammy now goin senile
I freestyle my hand me downs like a free style
And I be on some shit now
Alexa writing it down

the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through

Lebanon 
He one of them hood niggas that keep up the Same energy
He close enough to hear the cries in his sleep
Just copped a new strap and told me ‘by any

excuses super glued 'em to a pair of lips 
Hard to catch my breath ever since when I air it out 
I got more bruises and regrets  than I care to count
Little

Watch how it fall from the ceiling to the floor
I got money on my mind a little more in the bank
And I'm self made what the hell did you think
Now I'm

straight on by

Argh, call off the dogs, call off the dogs!
Take your fucking spotlight out of my face!
Your mocking smiles are a vile affront
The whitest