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and said, "God, that's why you gave me life"
Then Pac and Biggie changed the game, it ain't the same without 'em
But where I'm from, Adrenalin Rush was

Record Jock

Dana Dane

Rollin' Wit Dane

1995

that the Dane ever gave ya
Anyway, no more delay, she was a hard nut to crack
Kicked the rap like a mack, but she wouldn't give me jack
But still she's

need more than one (chosen)
More than one, one, one, one
Ready?

Yeah
Hit up Kaddy
Hit the beat
All you rappers, take a seat
Shawty, let me be

your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in

She was talking about how people don’t make albums anymore.

Jack Frost.

Juxx.

I keep dreaming, more than human

R. U. S. T. E.

I keep dreaming,

spines
You ain't got no back bone
If I'm In That jack mode
Do that on my jack jones
Ain't tell a soul
So you know it's case closed
Never put my face to it

I been sitting on my jack jones 
Thinking about your backbone
how I got behind it 
Had to let me wine it 
Had to let me dine it 
All about timing

it's a lot people ain't knowing it's a lot dizzy not showing

Fights after my session leaves a lot for me to question difficult as hell you can tell by

twice, like getting a face tat
I eat emcees, use they albums as place mats
I’m not manipulated by fake daps
It’s all reciprocated on the fake apps, never

thank god cause I didn't Get Jack for my whip
And I ain't even had to reach For My hip no set trippin' today
I got Hug By a crip by a crip
What can I say

never effect
Let alone end
So keep talking about me bro
But everyone knows
You'll never go as hard this
And All of Your songs
Carried by the beat bro

cuz you might hit that glock
Game so cold they should call me Jack Frost
I seen you was lost now you fucking with a boss
If you ain't got dough then you

thuggin I ain’t never scared, all these new rappers is very weird, ain’t impressed by the shit that they let me hear, I done bled for this shit I done shed

a lil soldier
And Jones that's my boy that's my Brody
And for me I'm cold like a flurry
3 amigos we sick like Ebola
I just keep killing these beats I'm up

lungs like launching a rocket
Album mode, they never new what i was writing
They tried to pass me the puff, i told them i love it green, no mix
Words am

Don't try get on our wavelength
Go overboard
The frequency mad bro.
Back den was avoiding boydem
Now the boy der avoiding going Jack Jones

Fukumean get

to halt me
But I can tell you that there is no stopping
Remix after remix
What’s Poppin, Options, Green Lights, ZEZE, stop it
And I put out an album too

'em sleeping
Number one, fuck Olivia, is where album is peaking (I'm fuckin' snoozin' on this shit)
Chinks 'round here call me chessboard, only see shit

380 on Dat Ass

Spice 1

Hits, Vol. 2: Ganked & Gaffled

2001

on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka

That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island

And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By

to true shit
V baby spit the dream
I find clarity in music that ain't tainted by the radio
Dumb shit, making me lazy yo
Catching the things that had me

The illest mother fucker
Is in this room right now

It's Baron Jones baby
What more do I need to say

We bout to do a couple things we ain't done

The New Jack Swing
People still together man
That's funny to me
I been doing my thing
Since I've been 19
With Leanna then Taylor
They was homies
Leanna told