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Never Scared

Bone Crusher

Bring It!

2005

Let the choppa go blow to your melon
Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum
Attention! Fuck nigga, now you swellin
You ain't talkin hardcore,

I'm Losin It

2Pac

R U Still Down? [Remember Me]

1997

to read
So fuck a bitch, fuck a hoe and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows

What am I giving, how I'm living, what I'm giving up

know my name
Maybe she be sucking on my dick
Maybe she don't know where I been
Maybe she don't know where I come

Don't be surrounded me I got killers
By

And "why didn't 'tcha dida's"
Crippling snippets aimed at the heart
To inflame and impart blame
Framed like Mumia
Verbal diarrhoea
Creating chasms between

what, in the fog o' war, plans fuckin' change. Now, I stood by you when you put fire into the lads. Those days are long gone! He's been phoning up at all

heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, scope the spot, confirm beef, if it's not
Bally up, after

Bitch I'm a dog my
Head big like cane corso
I keep a strap
Like some high top air forces
Be cool my niggas killers they use excessive forces force
My

Send em to the doctor
Them piston rods might shock ha
Kicking pedals like it's soccer
She scary blocka block ha
Flatline killer choppa open up them

borough

Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls

Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static, klack

I blow you by two miles, cut my licence

Here I Come

The Roots

Game Theory

2006

who feelin it
New true skill in it
Y'all the roots still in it
Ready plus willin it's all the true killer shit
You know we got them
Involved
We too

Power Circle

Gunplay

MMG Presents: Self Made, Vol. 2 [Deluxe Version]

2012

nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then

Traffic's still backed up on the interstate
That morning DJ still sounds too awake
I blow by, where I'd turn most days
They'll survive, without me

Damn what's that about? Why they stamping out
Blocking access to the path they always preach about
Think about it that's like crippling a bird's wings

Surrounded by killers,
They always ready to blow
some I get treated like a prince, clean off the
DNA, we can't leave prints Once 12 came, we started all

killer, coulda done the same but I was no quitter
Soul filler, did a lot of talk but you was no hitter 
Told her to not worry I don't have to pull the blow

playing the same
Bitch it's Foreign 630 but u already know
Can take a bitch and make me rich
Just by feeding her blow
I been a million dollar nigga
All my

Roll Again

Nappy Roots

Wooden Leather

chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rolling river
Grab a rose and took me

brilliance
It's a new bad boy on the rise
Who feelin' it
New true skill in it
Y'all the roots still in it
Ready plus willin' it's all the true killer shit

Hangin' with killers and callin' the shots (yeah)
Niggas be beefin' with gang, can't go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah
Niggas be beefin' with

With killers and felons
My plug got prescriptions
But he ain't gon' sell them
Unless you got money to blow

When I pour up
Is no less than a four
Got

insane
By the looks of those eyes, you'll forever be a shame
Let me call him Mr. Killer it's the end you're all doomed
Gonna come and getcha they got

(Hook)
Can’t fuck with these lame niggas
I stay on the block with them same niggas
I stay on the block with them same killers
I Be on the block with

money that I blow by the day they ain't ever had
They wanna kill me bout some niggas body droppin way way way in the past 
Even the killers get killed

make a strong willed nigga wane
Since a lil nigga hang with the killers and distributers of 'caine
They dismemberers of swishers then refill it with