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drop it low
Got distracted by her bubble next thing I'm back in trouble
She shot it across the ground when she hit it with a shuffle
Oh damn, body like

an all time low
Ever since when I was born
My shotty leave yo body torn
Play with me like playing blood borne
Only thing I'm missing is some motherfucking

Are you kidding me
You jokin' right
Alright man
Ugh
I get it in with niggas who stay in the traffic like me
Middle lane whippin' for millionaire

On all my dirt
But when I changed my life they Sought to rob me of my worth
And got quiet like all my haters
That only follow on Facebook
And judging by

you are bent
She says I gotta shift my position and try to get comfortable again
We both choose the same tone
Mine was an alarm clock ringing from

Black Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

falls, we speak in tepee's
My peace pipes are Philly, demons grill me
It takes a proverb and a chronic herb to thrill me
I keep pennin' for a moment,

shade of blue
I'm loved by many and hated by few I'm tried and true
Holding down the mic is just what I do
You can't Yeezy me cause the mic is stuck like

Blow It Out

Brad Baker

Tribute to Ludacris [Tribute Sounds]

2005

on the block
And Latinos always waiting for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? Blow it

Alarms are going off
Phones is on DND.
Arms are going numb
You holding on to me.

In between these walls
Conversations of you and me.
Deep within our

It's a beautiful day outside
Seagulls are baying, palm trees are shading
On days like these, kids like you

Should be putting on sunscreen
So you

I'm way up

K.O.S it saved my life I know I'm born a mystic
All good knew I would dreaming above realistic
And where we be where we are 
Yeah we all

at the junction
I don't even understand it how my head functions
It's like I hustle all the time and then make it redundant
I'll be focused on the goal and do a lot

Never gonna stop
Never gonna change
Never gonna do the things you say
I’ll ride my own wave to get there
The fools are calling me but I don’t seem

we are nothin' the same
You still can find me where
Your favorite gangstas never go
Probably in the bricks poppin' the trunks
Slammin' them doors

oppressed by the white surrounding
As crazy as this is sounding
Do I even need to say it
Uh
White people is racist
I can't even fake it
I got a lot up on my

to me 

She said, "these are the days you've got to hold on to 
No matter how few or how far between 
And I want you to remember me 
As the person I

flee

All the things that are drawn on these walls
Pictures of how she wants you to think
Few hidden symbols, n' many idols
Already learning how do ships

about
The cries from the streets
Struggling beneath
The restrictions established
By a few of the elites
Demeaning violence
While promoting diversity

Journey

Woodie

Savage Timez

2001

[A-Wax]
Yo feel my flury
Feel my fury
Middle finger to the world
Till I'm burried
Heaven or hell
Choose one or be a treat
By seven I'm in

Journey

Woodie

Northern Expozure, Vol. 4

2002

[A-Wax]
Yo feel my flury
Feel my fury
Middle finger to the world
Till I'm burried
Heaven or hell
Choose one or be a treat
By seven I'm in

Down South Players

Haystak

Car Fulla White Boys [Street Flavor]

2000

Players (Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players (Do the craziest things)
Down South Players (Go by alias names)
Down South Players (Gettin' payed in

and everybody says da same thing
Dat they need da pak to come on back like a spring fling
And I agree it's been way too long
Spit that hell fire changed my name

on the floor, wait on a few lines
Wait a taxi to come by
Waiting for the preacher, talk to my teacher
Do it all for love, do it for the drugs
That's my job

on one knee right now
KRS in the building!

Look, retire? Not yet! Out my fire? Not yet!
Your skills higher? Not yet!
You wanna be called kings and 'siahs