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an underground king
Like Bun B, it's gon' be what it's gon' be
One day, I'm a leave my mark
On the rap game, just playing my part
Wanna see them move that's limb

king but their crown missing
Never me, 'cause I paid the dues
Made major moves, it's all deja vu (Uh huh)
Wherever they at, I'm on a higher tier (Higher

don't make no sense
Girl you know I get it poppin like a zit
I don't like staying in the mix
Used to be down in the pit
Stack it up brick by brick
All my

Blowing up in the club
Or dancing at the pub feeling lit 
Remember the hustle is for a reason
To get a better check next season
Never get down by

may never ever be
To all the special people
Boys and girls its my destiny
I create a legacy
The empire
Im on fire live wire
So when I retire
Check

Graveyard Chamber

Gravediggaz

6 Feet Deep [Clean]

1994

devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
Get a crew and try to surround me
and one by one I'll light y'all up
and send ya asses to King's County
Solo

club, make it rain, simple pleasure suppresses pain. Spend a fortune, elude extorsion, and you're broke as fuck, man what a shame. I guess that's just

ain't have to grind to pay that rent
Instead you blew ya check at the club on that dumb ass chick
Cmon tell me how it makes sense
While y'all folded

Feed 'em to the lions
Feed 'em to the lions
Feed 'em to the lions
I said feed 'em to the lions

Come on, Bu-bu-bu-bu-bang, check it
Make way for

peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it's so heavenly
That shit to get your hipster moves but

make a pipe for slime, check out my watch, man it's time
But I figure in my prime, tell them about the death of innocence
They living off a impotence,

Ro
Now on with the show 

(It's Tha Liks baby) 
(It's Tha Liks baby) 

One two, one two 
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide 
Ralph M

night I go out and tell bunters it's a good place... for good people...come and check it out...

Violence on the Greek street, all this bloodshed is for

dunno
I'm feedin' yo pain even
This ain't a strip club but I make it rain
On yo bish, I'll be huntin' like Solomon Kane
King of the hell I'm on my Crowley

Back at the time before I made one track at a time
Made it myself you can check ya the masters are mine
Mix master written by Paka lapping you guys
I

serving bottles in the club out in Atlanta
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer

She said I'm

all weekend
Check out the flow
Sound like J. Cole, only a wee bit
I got the recipe 
Sipping the Hennessy
Mix it with ecstasy
Now we gonna levitate,

and be with the best

Rolly on wrist
Yes
Gold on neck
Yes
Dior for spec
Yes
iPhone for my tech

Check me out
Yes I'm sweet
Look my pocket
Yes it's lit
I'm

yeah 
I stop taking things from people who expect a thank you 
You never had a dream, thats why it never came true
I can't trust none man u see what pain

level up hard
Make you check well well
Before you run up on me

Money in my pocket is making me feel tall
Girly by my right side is making me feel loved
I

for losing your inhibition
By getting down to my sound as it pounds; louder now
Gather round! Moving crowds was always my profession
Effectively

Yo, check it, in the land of rides and rubber,
There's a beast, no other, undercover,
A starburst blue, no gloom, called the Custang, brother,
Half

Never really was the guy living fast life
Surrounded by the dark
But I always seemed to carry a flashlight
I never liked clubs
Man I rather sit back

gossip
You all in the mix
I landed by five and I flipped it by six
Why we chasing the bag if we already rich
Like working all day but I don't get a check