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him then why not
Whoa
4th quarter and I'm closing
Team on my shoulders
God said if you want it 
Then you gotta show me
Some say that they chosen 
Well I

be golder
We been through the war together
Brothers are like soldiers
Grew up by chappelle
So you know I am a closer
And family is one thing that you

Don’t sell your bod
I say your not 
My god
You scream when they Bob your knob
While You say Sex work isn’t legal
Yet You’re out here selling kids 
It’s

I swear to god I saw my last day so damn clear
I thought that I would never get to see the light of day
I was hanging by a thread
And every single

always together like Martin and Gina
Was spinning and spinnin but no ballerina
Forever protected by my aubelita

These niggas don't like me but they steady

Black Rose

Ghetts

Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament

then
When their own brothers keep on dissing them
Try and picture Justin as a little one
Daddy was around but I was raised by the women them
Nan,

Father Forgive Them

Cross Movement

Heaven's Mentality

1998

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear what they sayin
They really not sayin' nothin.' 
Finite man, rebellin' against infinite God
That don't even sound right

My cousin Craig told me don't forget about God
And I apologize for every family function that I miss, but
When I lay these tracks, hope you feel it

and worried about the thots
Like what they think of me
Messing with my history, yeah my history
Swear to God, I should've been part of Your family tree
Your dad

Full on sprint lookin' 4 wealth
Got us searchin' but not 4 our self
Not by our self but majority
24 hours not the authority
It's in your mind
4 your soul

betrayed by all my closest homies I swear to God they can lay in a ditch
Pass da shovel, lemme bury Dem quick, pour out a fifth, make a toast to these

In 2 perspectives, 1 in 4k, 2nd in 1080
So let me step back, collect my thoughts and start painting
A image that couldn't be duplicated by a copycat

Now we can't lose fo' sho'
Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga

Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple

Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody's snitching
Please god can you understand me
Bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

family tree
Fuck the interviews to enterprise
I'd rather look into my mother's eyes
And let it be
Let it be, yeah

Put it in my Louie bag, don't let

Cabbage Savage

Concentration Camp

Da Holocaust

a nigga with a dollar
But we still on the highway trying to get the dope back by friday
Can careless 'bout what the fucking feds say

[Lay Lo 1]
Camp

marriage
Breaking the cycle of pin brought by his parents
I just wanna be like you
Four kids and he loves them all
Supported their dreams while his slowed

to the basement

- Oh man I got another song let's play it, sayin:

Chorus:

Ain't got no time to waste, but I got time to spend on good friends and family

Love's

unchecked,
it was our families slain
show America some respect
and I'll show you the same

this song is the release of all my frustration
to say pishposh

down to pop shells
Only for the family, I'll risk bein in a cell (Only, only)
But even God has sent in own creation to Hell
Mimic me and I'll just say oh

live on stolen land 
See KRS was kickin shit that we didn’t understand 
The country is a prison ran by the white man
The same one that brought us here

Fucksoundcheck

Copywrite

BD Jazz: Black No Sugar

2009

gimmicks
I don't want to be mainstream, I want to PISS in it
I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose
Try again and get ate 4 times like 32
By

hurt
Hold up she ain't get to mention all the stuff she seen
Looking at her life just by the pictures it ain't what it seem
Thinking about her grandma