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It's Me Championship Come By For People That Training For Weeks,
It's Always Time For Thuggin, Neva Fake n Loyal To Da 8 Mile, Shout Out To My Detroit

It's Me Championship Come By For People That Training For Weeks,
It's Always Time For Thuggin, Neva Fake n Loyal To Da 8 Mile, Shout Out To My Detroit

not in my zone
I fly by look they they out of control look nobody home
Me nobody can hold on the next case
My lawyers make moves while the crew go out

Cause I'm in need of my vitamin's
Found my own way with no guidance, Ian need no guidance
The strap on my side it stay by me
Do my dirty work in silence,

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

The Best of Tru

2005

gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But

you can catch me by the tree
Or by one of my houses, got my choices X, Y, Z
Remember them days, I didn't know what I was gonna eat
But now we chilling,

here from Venus 
But she's already kissed me and put her claw on my penis 
I brushed back her tinsel hair, she "booped" with affection 
I can tell by her

[VERSE 1]
cs a young boy he'd look high in the sky
Thinking big dreams, with a twinkle in his eye
Moved by the universe and everything in store
He

build you up
Yea
Still fixin'
Still chasin' women, Resemble video vixen
John still call me a coon but I know my pigment
Get yo hands on yo head I know you

love i'm searching for
This life na turn by turn
I don see her o (i don see her o)
I don see her o

Na john cena o

Ondabira o
My gee you know tables
Dey

Spanish Song

Tonedeff

Para Mi Gente: Estamos Unidos [2003]

2003

door of the clubhouse, like, "What's up now?"
Scour the grout off they feet and making 'em walk the rough route
I'm sick of niggas wearing Sean-John

I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself

What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by

the registry (Yes)
Niggas money is funny, can’t pay they bill
Bill Bellamy (Agh) me and that blue cheese
Go together like celery
What’s you telling me? ‘Cause

Got rent before the due date
Not a bill late food on our plate
Can't nobody tell me that my God ain't great
Got a miracle son more reasons than one
So I

Yeah 
and I go by the name
This some TMFA initiative Ladies and Gentlemen
introducing

I'm something like
John the baptist to these rap saviours

Mad Izm

KRS-One

Sound Bwoy Buriell (93' Til Infinity)

clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky

Spark the izm, my expertism, is

haunting you now and this frightener thrives John Bartlett ain't got bars like mine 
Number combos multiply till 23 when old me fried like nope that cloud

the 13th I'll catch another body
Take it back a century
My body been decomposing
Ain't no telling who sent me
Sliding with the semi (Pio pio)
They say life

about the bills, you better move on
Me and lil baby, skrt off in the coupe
She came with her girls, but she left with the crew
She wanna be stuck to me

like John Lenon
Making new waves out of old writtens
With these bars I’m a goon with no cufflings yeah
Must quit hoes koz they making me sick
Too much

Pop 'Em Up

U.N.L.V.

6th & Baronne

1998

in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo

over these so rappers
I'm too spiritually spiteful to be expressed by your pastor
Take a breath because life is getting much faster
Reality don’t battle

off of my words
Time to make what I deserve
Get a hundred by the first
Granny always tell me that she praying for me
That's the reason all these demons

Like swipe swipe it up 
I remember i was 5 months short bills
Couldn't get a deal
Life was hittin real
You tested me mentally 
Carried us like LeBron