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want no hand-outs
Aint never been no leech
Ima dog Ima get it nigga by any means
I stay up like the feins
Steady stacking the green
All my girls like

gonna be the same again, bitch I'm depressed
So many years of feelings I held back and suppressed
Up a rocket launcher and I'm finna shoot yo head
Bitch

gotta make time for it
Practicing walking on top floors
One day I'll get me the top score
We done popped off
Bottle rocket with the top off
Never barking

exotic cars sold by someone who don’t even like you

Just business to them and should be buying acers of land

Back on topic lyrics rockets I’m the pilot

Mic check one two one two
It's the reality and it's whole totality
This your boy Slim Dog backed up by Dukki Boi
We are the Crescent City Boys

Build up a pen
For all your friends
What they about?
Domination
Home invasion
Indoctrination then segregation
By race and creed
Make you bleed
For sake

Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at me
I'm like Coca Cola I'm popping
I'm too fly, take off rocket
When I'm off set I'm still on it
And your time

I come with the talk 
She come with punch and a kick
Now I'm all by myself 
Whip a pound of the brick
Get the brick on a bike
The brick fall out

Game recognize game, and you lookin kinda unfamiliar right now
Can I help you sir?
I got rich in 18 months, that's two pregnancies
Unky whipping dog

Savage, why you always flexin' crazy all the time
I put a switch on my Glock like a bad kid
White pop called for boy, he look like Brad Pitt

And I'm up dog

in your room when we were still kids
But those are memories of a day gone by
Now you moved on and left me far behind

When I sit down and pick up

you think it's a spoof
Look at who dead
By the fed on the news
Don't need to know what to do
(Do it)
Do what you need when you do
(Do it)
You should

swimming in lava
Pass the hen drinking shit by the bottle
Bad bitch she got legs like a model
Money longer than the size of a toddler
Money come in imma get

Memories on 47th St.

Mr. Hudson

The Autobiography

2017

Memories

Oh
I am the first son of Betsy and Edward Mensa
Made love and made a legend, Woodlawn and 47th
Gunshots outside my window, drug deals

My name within it'self is a
Language that bring you wealth
Careful, comin' at me's
Like hangin' yourself, at a
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead

or insecurities, dog?
Never mind
Constantly sidetracked by memories of my past
Blood spilled, tears shed
People still try to bottle emotions
While trying

spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P.

kinda care fuck it Imma take it there
Grab you by your ankles hold you by your underwear
I never play fair so here’s a fair warning
I’ll take a stripper

him up and you know that he gone wet 'em
Don't know where I'm at or why I'm there
Or what the fuck I was doin', my memory is ruined (my memory's

there every night 
Every night i'm in there every night 
Dont play wit my money dog
Put a price on ya head 
Name a price and you dead 
Dead bodies that's

every day tryna improve on my health
I know my worth, so I stack up my wealth
And everything I did, I did all by myself
Wanna come around, but you was no

nuh get shot clip drop out a it
dream last night dream last night
a gun appeared to me and every man dead by it

nightmare come to pass gee them a move

Only the Rugged Survive

RZA

Legendary Weapons

2011

Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt

phone was dead
Aye
Badu playing while I'm by you laying
Not surprised you naked it's 'bout time you
Take it off
Take it off
Take it off off off off off