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Still trippin bout my dad
Still trippin bout my friends
I’m makin niggas get ghost
Watchin niggas disappearin
Niggas say I needed parents
Niggas

to inquire what I’m upset about
When I’m just spacin’ out
So don’t wonder why my head is down
See, I appreciate you care enough to ask
But usually I’m in no

brain
We Drive by like we're Train
And you'll still be unnamed
These breaks clank I’m about to whip
I be a jiggy motherfucker, I'm immaculate
Like Cassius

ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but

trying to mark us but I don't feel pressure 
They trying to guard us but God's our commander they scared
Step out the car like (Dave)
Duck when the sky

And when I'm goin' your home alone, sleepin' by yourself
Open the door, I'm sneakin' in, tryin' to keep a stealth

I've been busy makin' plans, tryin'

for
Knew this path would be so long as soon as I stepped out that door
Makin' hit by hit
I tried to chill but they keep wanting more
Tell me Chess you

Yeah, too many cars I can't park em'
Dead oops in my blunt lil bitch we gon' spark em'
Yeah, I'm on a kill streak bitch I mark em'
Like I'm Batman

of the perc it's makin me dizzy
Me and causifye we up
(Up)
Got yo bitch she tryna
(Yeah fuck)
Talk on gang you out of luck
Bitch I'm sippin on wock and it fuck

Welcome to Wakanda
Welcome to Wakanda
Welcome to Wakanda
Welcome to Wakanda

Welcome to Wakanda
Last month I got hit by a Honda
Knocked the fuck out like

the recipe, yeah
Push that whip like a bench press
All flooded out, where the excess
Everybody lost in the exits
Leavin' my mark where I'm steppin'
I'm sure

Oh you want more out of life? 
Take your shot? ... I don't know man ... Fuck it! Lets go!

(Chorus)
I don't know why they hate me cant they see it

even started
We're the guys
Doin our job
Marky Mark from The Departed

Bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks

got no time for yo misery
Im makin moves, Im sick a losin, im on some positivity 
Im dealin wit the anger man this shit is deep rooted
That’s why I use

taking out the competition one by one
And I ain't gone stop working till the killin is done
So buckle up ya seat belt cuz the ride has begun
I'm bout

Shock of the Hour

MC Ren

Shock of the Hour

1993

among men, you wicked, whisperin' devil
Get deep in the flames of hell for the lies you babble
6 6 6, the mark of the beast and the number of man
Is s,

Faces of Death

E-A-Ski

I'm Bout It

1997

I only got one life to live like the soaps 
So before they take mine's I'm puttin' Glocks to their throats
Ker-plow! Adams Apple just got hit by

What's up Wit' That

Rah Digga

Dirty Harriet

1999

I lace with overdubs

Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rap master
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your

Games

Frankie Cutlass

Politics & Bullshit

1997

Mark what I say somebodys got to pay 

My clique walk around sick like Doc Holiday 

Hook (x2) 

Niggas got a lot of games 

Verse 2: 

A-yo

Uh huh, yeah, focus

I'm haunted by nightmares all
My niggas that died
Homies in dark cells, I imagined they cried
In a world of cocksuckers

Lock-N-Load

L-Burna

Thug By Nature

2001

Thug finest runnin' through the mind 
And, nigga don't pint the science behind the violence 
Call me that mighty rebel makin' moves in silence 
Livin'

see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula

If I Could Do It Again

Corey Smith

The Good Life

2005

Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound

Eight hours in the back, wind blowin with the sun beatin down

Makin plans to raise some

shootin'
They won't miss the mark
Throwin' shells at that boy
Like it's Mario Kart
I ain't got temper, beefin'? Bitch
Don't even start
Got a beam on that