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all this shit? 
Fuck school but finished cause I'm lit, 
Dodged college debt,  Man I feel enriched. 

Ain't much left around dawg 
All my hero's let

They say that sleep is the cousin of death so I be up gotta flex shine
Me and my familia on set time bless mics thirty minute naps for us to get by

[Intro]
Oh
Me and you forever
[Verse 1]
Crackling fires and glasses pure of wine
Like walking on the beach forgetting time
This all nice things that

block, we ain't play by the rules
Hustle hard, get that shit any means
PRPS and Amiri my jeans

Make a dance, stroke, makin' a scream
Brand new 40 and it

8th gear
I hate fear so I walk in the fire, like an unsuspecting sinner in the after life
I do what I don't like
I know if I don't work today my future

the ones n twos
Been woke since I broke the snooze
If I sleep I'll be on the news
I can't end up like you other dudes
Got by cousin of death
Check fresh fo I

"Be my victim!"

Man, listen, shit
I did all that shit ‘cause I had to, man
Not ‘cause I wanted to
We're all living to die, right?
I wasn't raised by

Pistols Blazin

Dru Down

Best of 3X Krazy, Vol. 2

2002

the gate
I seen two more escape

It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols

you believe whatever you see on your TV screen
Though it's leaving you, brain dead from the shit they feeding you
So much easier to read the shit

silence
broken by electric static;
swirling in darkness,
eyes stabbed by light:
the prey of the Devil—
her young body has betrayed her.

II.
Tension,

to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot

Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While

up
By my fire’s damage
Old school, new school
I’m hot, I’m new
I’m lost, eventually I’ll find you
Old school, percussion
I’m hot, I’m new
A Dime

be opposed
To scientific breakthroughs
Don't be the real source
Of real fake news
Don't peddle hatred
By raising false alarms
Don't rip the children

Clickin' close on every terminal
Ignitin' fires of rage
And I rap so much I'm poopin' elves
To go help I'm Santa Claus
That's wrap with a W
I'm tryna guide

up her plate
That's what a real mom does other moms can relate
To live or die by the bullet aim for the crooks
Too much politicians creating rules for

afire
Could send them straight to Hell

[Part II: Torments]

Far away, but much too close for comfort
Carnival's calliope is playing
Halloway sits in

the curses the anguish and some situations that hurt/ if you can't stand the fire take ya ass to church

Chorus: 2x
Went in skinny nigga bulked up on that

then it ain’t the same
Combine the two I’m what remains
Spit crack that just turned into cane 
Can’t stop me now too much to gain
Always on point I trust

cloudy 
I'm breaking the storm 
I took and oath and I swore 
Moms can't be working no more 
20 years old man I gotta mature 
2nd nigga in my household

winter
The solstice
It's the shortest day (uh uh)
The sun won't be up more than 2 times 4 today (that's 8)
I only got 8 hours in the light so I'm not going

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Recon-Struction 2

down
Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready
That's what separates me from the petty
MC's gas themselves by drinking too much

the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means you a fiend
Shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You

Lyrics:

1.	Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News

got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help.
so is life worth living, should i blast myself?

[Verse 2]
it ain't that i sound like 'pac
i