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even if I get a bag homie 

I ain’t stoppin ain’t no matter what I do 

u wouldn’t live if u wusss really in ma shoes 

by ma lonely I ain’t really have

Role model on these streets because I live by several rules
But number one and number two is never lose and never snooze
Number three is never choose

Ka...
OOOH!
Kakawww!

I just wanna go up in the sky 
Like that fucking bird that's flying up 
But ya boy is held back in the ground 
By own mind

find my reason so I stayed out
Ten deep full seats with two up in the trunk
The world was in my hand but I done had enough
Between the streets, family

yo
I illustrate vividly all the torture that I bestow
I bust rhymes and flip modes in stereo
When the chopper blow you and your crew go areal
Niggaz

95'
And 2 double 0 7 I was writing rhymes
And then six years flew
And I've stayed relevant in
Those six years too
People keep saying 'yo, this years

hyping about tonight
True say there might be a little beef
Two crews on a lineup don't like each other
Somebody might lose their teeth
Yeah, I know it's

Whistles in the Wind

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

know what I'm saying) 

Got to kill the noise 

(Brothas don't understand, they need to) 

Check the whistles in the wind (repeated)

in the dust
We Must, Get this money is how we feelin we Must

Verse 2
By any means necessary sell it to pregnant crack head Kerri
I mean it ain't your

The Message

Sofia Shinas

Sofia Shinas

1992

time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo

Holding your chest, you losing your breath
You move with the rest
(My crew is the best)
’Cause they ride or die (And live as I), my dudes to the death 
Just

nothing about it but try to live it

Life throws you cards you gotta deal with it
When it delivers you pain you gotta heal in it

Lord, where do I start...

Burn Baby Burn

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

you don't turn
My Father's gonna settle the score
Burn baby burn
Na na now what na na now what
Check it out

Verse 2
I'm teachin cats
How to live with

Regulate

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

have a good time, cipher wit the Dutch combine
Respect mine, that's why you live the deaf, dumb and the blind
Bottom line, let's all shine, can't be mad

clean you up leave you disease lil nigga
Put you on ice mr freeze lil nigga
Its that ride or die
Caught him by surprise
Milli in my eyes
Knock him off his

really miss the summers
That we had
We would link on Friday nights
And put somethin' up in the air
Finding moves for the crew
Seemed like my only care

I ain't an MC, I'm a prophet
So I keep a hidden message in my topics
Even when I see my coffin
I'll never be forgotten you'll remember me
Even if

a movie
I'm in my zone now boy, 2-3
Yours truly, m.a.double, the new me

me 2 hour head while I watch Murder She Wrote in bed
Then you can teach me to shred
You can light the candles
Dust off the mantle
I’ll be hitting up

life to forget it
Crew said they would die 'fore I get it
Two times my lips lied so you bit it
Wait, the world is so big, fantastic
I can't stretch

Aye you (whistle) come here
yea yea you
lewe go lewe go
you...
yea you
breathe you got to breathe (X3)
you....

ready to defend in the toughest times

he ate)
Yeah im big dog with no collar
ATT, two shots (yeah, yeah)
Don't bother
'Cause we got 'em out, hooked
Bumping our shit with the crew
Green like

Per second perfected to every pixel
Inflicts through damage to live to and die by
My, time flies
I don't mean to scare your perception
Or barbecue your

shots to arise (brr)
Some live, some die, headshot both times (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter on coke lines, had him seizin' both times (ah)
Ayo, mink