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Luv N Ya Life

Huey

Notebook Paper [Clean]

2007

on your face
Won't touch until you're comfortable
Even though I'm want'n you

By the looks of things, girl, it seems you want me to
Take you on a ride

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

I see im stronger than even i realize
I did this myself 
By myself and i felt pain from physical to heart break
U know that shit that 
Make u think

stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready

stay there
Mine was College
Flings for a night
Hit up queens
Where rap was really bussin
Even close friends did their thing
And got their bars in
Still

being mad and pissed of, they saying
Now y'all cool I'm at a stage in life like Pablo
Over the handouts, know me I'm sicker
Friends like Bishop
Some

chest
I been blessed by my best
You know the real get no rest
We coming through
With power moves
It ain't no rules in this game
The same as moving

Listen to me dont pop da the pill
Lost in emotions so i cant feel
You want the truth? 
Let me be real
You gotta
(Hush hush child dont cry hush hush child

Let's fuckin' go ( go go go )

Going up to my goal, I wanna roll and roll
But I don’t smoke weed
Need mo money? No, buddy, I take the fame for real

or not
Y’all thought I’d be dumb and just post on the block
But that never be me I be takin them shots
Battle rap champion fuck what u thought
Came out da

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

than single mothers with pay cuts
Running to the green
Gotta get it by any means
Lights off
Moving like I got three kids to feed
Got it from my mama
Half

Niggas to sweet they
Gas coming in by the crate
Niggas is fish i bake uh.


Go with the flow of the pressure I’m cool like a fan
I hope you ain’t plotting

care bears
All the real OG's
They In jail
Or dead
Fuck that patty wagon
Never going fed
Put that on my body
So it must be dead
Syrup
Sipping
By the keg

that I spend so much time in da Trap 
You my inspiration to wanna rap
You by my side while I travel the Map
Imagining THAT But I Got to Relapse 
-Hate

anything else, I don't need no rerun
That bitch only thing she wanted from me, was that sex, Yea we done
These niggas stay cappin', I ain't never had to do

been married to da Game
Last summer I was down real bad
Lost my Lady and my Partna to da screets bounce back 
Now its double on nem Burgas lettuce cheese

Texting females who I might invite
To my palace overlooking plights
Not something that I like
Rather something that I wanna fight
Enticed by cool vice,

Tash Rules

L.V.

Rap Life [Clean]

1999

to recognize the real
Then I swing it through the bay where all the homies wanna blaze
Rap life, the goin craze, smoke an ounce in two days
When phase one

It's my philosophy, so fuck hypocrisy
Though shadows
Follow me, you know it's hollow G
Life has no policy my life with honesty
I'm fighting through

the hamper
My frequency too high to be penetrated by cancer
My vibration high as my standards
Forever in my prime feel like Deion Sanders
And I don’t know who

can’t be having no leeway 
Reeves in the league 
Swizzy down the hill by the trail and he puffing on the finest of the trees 
Asking what the shirt say I

prescriptions of these Ritalin bottles
Dimming my aura, this is appalling
Never envisioned being frigid and boring
Never submitted to a thing or a concept

Dived in this bitch feet first 
Throwing caution to the wind 
Just to make things work 
I know my worth 
Still running marathons cause I love this