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money and drill
Don't act tough out here that shit might get you... shhh

Where I'm from bullies get bullied
Free Lor Gary
Long Live Boogie
Too many guys

the mic E rock the
E rock the mic E rock the mic E rock the
E rock the mic E rock the mic (Uh yeah)
Yeah the streets don't make you concrete
Still a get

the mic E rock the mic E rock the
E rock the mic E rock the mic E rock the
E rock the mic E rock the mic (uh yeah)
Yeah the streets don't make you concrete

on a rock, circlin' the stars surrounded by stars created by God
I done met people that believe in gods
I done met some that don't believe at all
A beautiful

on your nerves
Go get that money, my only concern For havin' my back, you get that in return
Police knocked on my mama door ,We had kicked down somebody

kicked around by the others 
Synonymous soil, held them up from down under 
I'm pleading for gifts, pleading for answers
Riddles of life, can give you

Time to do it physically
These streets is getting colder and colder
Where's the humidity
The only heat that we see
Is a gun that's stupidity
And kids

on this soda
Plug came over said boy
About to load ya
Sold so much green
I got sued by Crayola
12 raid the spot
Burn that Shìt in the sofa
I gas that hoe

mind and next time we'll see who's on it
Even my boys think I'm mashing with p's so I'm not
even shocked by the war on the streets
And they think that

to go through
Slept in the streets and didn't have shit
Live in the hood you never gon snitch
Man I fell so hood rich
Everybody gon change the gang
Lil

testing your luck now
The dating pool got women who don't really give a fuck now
They just hit the club now
Make sure they neck is buss down
You rich you

stripes 
Who Giving them out?
You killed they potna 
Na yo potna got it try it now 
These streets don't love nobody back 
It than backfired pow 
Fired back

Yo yo yo yo yo
It was all a dream
Woke up to a letter confirming that I'm a god
The scoreboard don't confirm when you win, you've won
Losing an award

Play That Beat Mr. DJ

globe

Old School Rap, Vol. 5

2001

on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat

Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats

the spirit till hope dissolves
I create these lyrics to show you all
The chains that link us to the wall
And by the way, don't get me wrong
If you're in pain,

these pictures and thoughts, by the force of the gods, during psychosis, there's no
Connecting the dots
The skies are blue, don't judge the divine in you,

He pulled up playing ari I knew it was meant to be. 
He don't really smoke like that he ain't come with no tree. 
Enchanted by his outfit boy you

Verse:
(Promoe)
Welcome to the jungle or the psychoward
21 gun salute give me the hottest mike award
Don't get to close because it might go off
David

bye
I’m always down to let them pistols burn to reaffirm I’m bout this
And you don’t wanna see that pronouncement
My people can vouch this my peoples

If word on the street
Happen ever to make it to me
They'll pay the fee
I don't wanna breathe with the thought
That my brother been taken from me
6 Feet

down the street middle finger to the clones
Theirs a lion amongst the sheep I go and get it and bring it home
Young and mixed with his hair so long time

end up shining golden
I don't know why bro ain't wanna listen back when I told him
Fucking with these thots then yo heart gon end up broken
Now that

at the noco 
 

Bitch throwing ass all on me ain’t this yo Hoe? (This yo bitch)
Bag right, & the fit tight she want a photo 


I’ll slide down no drive by

I can’t take this L
Might as well
Ima go hard
I can’t fuckin’ fail
Huh
I trust on God and this fuckin’ scale
Me by myself
Nobody else
Told her I dont