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that man I get to the bag
But that nigga Shadow...
He hit me up...
He said Dub man lets
Gon head and drop this tape on em...
I said shit lets get to it

on a shelf
Look
This shit on my belt
Making hits, just vibing out the moment, my album gon sell
I know my ex's mad , they see I'm balling, why you all in they

starting to break
You don't gotta' worry baby I'll keep you safe
Just hit me on the phone, invite me to your home
Just now you're not alone, and you'll be

Believe me 
I am unbothered 
When it come to you ni**as 
Cause ima eye the secret eye and then chop it wit jigga 

Who the fuck 
That ni**a is 
Wit albums

a single hand
I got 50 songs so imma name the album many men
The way I see it I get rich or die trying
Get it by any means so best believe that I'm eyeing

rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get

a circus
Got so many problems in my town
I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit
Been working so hard on this album
Making it perfect like I was

you talk shit and get hit, with this lyrical slug, you little bitch
Been around the world
Seen a lot of thangs
Still questioning this life
What does

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's

wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm

been ridin on my wave, now you seasick
Kick that, my mind is pitch black
Consumed by who's who and fashion switch backs
Y'all cap, man that shit straight

your design
Put my hands on your behind, while I'm dicking you down
Help you reach your climax, hit the switches and clown
Liquids glistening off your

it by myself
And I still don't need your help I'm stamped, I got receipts
I put that on the scent I rep And I'm still rollin
Until they take me out,

and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

up in my issues Sorry if I diss you
Swing a vine, concubine Succulent tissue
Hit’em in dat retina So that dude miss you
Ra-ra ra-ra-wind it Re-up

I've been slipping
I feel like I lost ambition
Losing focus, I stopped listening
Everybody sound like politicians, mind by business
This spliff is mine

his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause

alot by myself
Probably why I dont ever ask for help no more
(Yeah)
Would you catch me if I fall, yeah
Made my own way through it
Yeah Im bad with my words,

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

Let me talk to ya, got them albums finally off the back burner
Digitals & digipacks been flippin' like ya spatulas
Not a single feature either, I

the jawn I'm telling you when this hits ten thousand, I'll drop the album"
"Ay we finna stream that jawn back to back"
"Say dat lemme uh lemme get back

This the prelude to the album
This is everything
If you can actually pay attention
Imma tell you everything
What do you want to know

Fuck it this