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the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair

wanted there to be
Another article of clothing in the way

Everything happens by chance you gonna prove it
Bring you around to my time you wanna hear this

to rappin, I'll smash your ass

Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon
I'll smack you wit a backhand
That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin

IFO

(hed) p.e.

(hed) pe

1997

trust you
How does a flying disc turn into a weather balloon
How long did you think you could trick us with lies?
Can't put a cover on the skies
Can't

And the times passed by you again
And the pain passed by you again
She likes it when i tell her that I'm working on an album
Two legs apart in the middle like

Thug Brothers

Funkmaster Flex

The Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes of Funk, The Final Chapter

1998

My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play 
We smoked out, with them MLX's 
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks 
CNN,

at first sight was
True, the day I laid eyes on you

Oo, was I just being a
Fool, thinking you were into
Me, blinded by what we could be

Right when I

profit we trust 

Verse
Bitch it's spo
Make dope
Ice white rocking fake gold let him go
Fake diamonds you don't know the truth ah help u grow
Fight a 100

a album in a week, it’s nothin
Steady workin with the opps, can’t trust em
Neva knowin when to stop, actin iffy
Is you rollin or not, feelin that I’m

nuclear from the desert to the forest
Fly by quick in a rush, leave you in the dust
Leaving targets crushed, perfect score, you can trust
Tried to leave me

Where's the album?
Man they really feinin'
(My album)
You can witness greatness
I partake in lean
(Lean)
Drop in sprite for tasting
(Sprite)
Walk by faith

daughter what
Then you wanna get the bitching
Bout that new album that em put out
Coming from the person that just got shot
Em wasn't even trying bird box

enough
You say I don't get out enough
I drop a album and I start getting lazy
Started acting like I'm up
I started acting like I'm up
It was just me

Just a three-minute fruit for
The juke box jury
'Cause when you sing about love
It's always "heavens above!"
But you pretend you don't know
About

oh oh oh
You got the number one song on the radio and you still gotta sit in jail?
I went in late, I'm on the top rack by the lake
I'ma sleep all

of time
Now we out of time, yeah, yeah
Ohh
Yeah, look at me move (Yuh)
It's demon time bitch, yeah (Grahh)
Don't box me in
I'll box you out
Trust I know

Was writing these shit's
Oor what's in these shit's man probably
A bunch of bullshit man fuck it check it

How can I trust you when I can't trust me?

motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years

Paris, Paris, Paris to Madrid Spain
Got damn Yo you saw that Yo she was bad dog

Shorty wasn't no square
Box braids in her hair
Versace shades for

Rules & Regulations

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

number 4, never put yo' trust in a hoe
(The rules and regulations)

[Chorus: x4]
These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations)

Stuck in my mind and blush when We touch, all u ever wanted was Simply my trust, match made in Heaven between two of us, but Wondered at first was is

Box where my heart use to be
Solo when I'm riding round, got a lot that's on my mind but I won't make a sound
When I'm chilling by myself the devil

Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?

underrate
An opp is always looking to make friends
So he got snitched by a snitch who got snitched
(Don't trust your click)
Made a song together, didn't end