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Life Goes On

AZ

Decade 1994-2004

2004

it's no tellin' what some'll do to score
Four pounds give off sounds through the door
We waited, but now it's time to designate it
You hate it, had

Count to 100 everyday
Keep your mind and body in shape
Let's get fit/have some fun
Count to 100 by 1's
Get ready to exercise and count
1 Stretch

my dirt all by my lonely so I know who told

2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my

more 
Never poor 
Peep my diamond sword
Ps4 gaining score 
Hits clips & more
Sweaty wit the dumb 
Ammo armed to the core
Feet to the floor 
Feeling kinda

the pain has deepened  
With a lover's passion  
Pen pages that pour me in  
Foreseeing a human brain  
With 4G in  
The four seasons switched order  
No

my niggas had a piece, I took a pay cut
Ho gon' put this apartment in her name, we need some paystubs
I'm crankin' off fake drugs, did four

the four
Dont get played for preaching peace but they ain't ready for the war
My tech ready for the score
Any nigga any whore
Im the one they thought dead

steps, four,
Still stuck on the ground floor,
I’m tryin’ to settle the score,
You’re telling me I gotta give more?
Climbin’ ladders, bit by snakes,
roll

by one
I tell Dem I rock Dem two by two
I tell Dem I rock Dem three by three
cn'a Dem four by four untill Dem sing my song

Itta rhythm n Soul ya
We

words I promise mine are the truest ever wrote I mean spoke deemed a boss by two-four scores bread and butter we could dine our time never gets old

first so the biz can last
Instead, the biz went to
Hell and got infiltrated
By them mainstream infidels
So here to settle the score
Blow up the track

Yo buy a 4 door, with a four four, thassa box of puns
Try a new score, with the mango, now I’m with my ones
I’mma go mad might throw some headshots

a headache 
A little bit of heartbreak 
Bored as a 2 by 4
Friends say I should take a sip
Going on a guilt trip
Headed to the liquor store
But I don't drink

Three times make you want somebody
Four times if you ever loved somebody
(Jack Doyo)
Sweet thing say she really love some chocolate
Mm mmm mm
Through

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

4th of July my niggas in some shit I'm thinking it's a shoot out
Them niggas popping and they cooking shit just like a fucking cookout
They be breaking

that's a 4 for 4
Got some for the high, Got some for the low
We ain't turning down no beef, let's go toe for toe
Hitting every street, I told them up

Last nigga was on that block he drop now name the block his
28 to 56 go check the score we on sum shit
I do hits all by my lonely so I know I score sum

more operations, huh (ah)
Tana Talk 4, I'm handin' out raw
You in the slammer by law, I never abandon my boy
They askin' am I street? My track record

to reminisce
I got a lot of dreams
But I held them clenched fist

Open palms by the palms
Like ignorance isn't bliss
Blood I'm all for the team
I can score

Ill Street Blues

Kool G Rap

The Pre-Kill, Vol. 2

2012

steps thinking of a plan 
 Looking like Raggedy Ann no dough in hand kicking a can 
 Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in 
 Because I'm dead

Drippin so hard i done made me a puddle (A puddle)
Hoes be so thirsty they need em some water (Some water)
He talkin crazy i made a rebuttal (A

changed up the score
Came up off the bottom like the sea floor
Came up to get it popping like a C4
I done came up on some dollars but I need more
Nigga try

there really ain't beat that I can't torch
Sometimes the vibe you can't force
I be having off nights for sure
Where I just can't score
Gotta let that shit