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Screwston, Tx
Mo City Don
RIP DJ Screw
King Troop, Almighty
(Uh!) Everybody go through hard times
It's not about what you go through but how you

thought you was about to tell him off, man, what's up?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up
And you ain't even back me up, and we supposed

My Band

D12

My Band (3" CD)

2004

thought you was about to tell him off, man, what's up?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up
And you ain't even back me up, and we supposed

Watcha mouth, watcha mouth
This my crib, this my house
Where they at? Point 'em out
DJ uh, walk 'em out
My wrists so cold, they thaw it out
He ain't

There is way too much in here at stake
Squash all the beef and season it to taste
There is a time and a place so please keep your voice down while I'm

they're draining me
Tainted my sacrum it supposed to be be ruby red
Neglected the solar plexus
The roots are infected
Have to reopen my chi
Machismo

Welcome back
Two years later ctaboy is back
Previous life is bubble 
Now we fight against the struggle tho
Why we all?
Why we all gotta suffer?

I was booorn
Byby by by by the
Riiivveer
In Memphis Tennessee
Where da old soul dirty south
Made me what you see
You can check our history
Our city

Lights off chillin all alone got it dark 
Dusse on the Alameda i should park 
So much pain in my chest, mind, and heart
Bitch calling my phone now

me
Pour up a pint, it bubble my stomach
Go off like a bomb, I’m talking atomic
Doing the dash, I’m faster than sonic
You say that you got me, don’t

Girls

D12

Devil's Night [Import Bonus CD]

2001

the story about
Some little fucking girls that I know
It goes like this

It's so easy for me to make enemies any more, it's sickening
People are looking

Foolin'

De La Soul

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

character close, display these verses tight, virtuos'
Sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run
Stay dumb like black folks that boast C's
Mostly

and swished
Fuck it, it's my time to pop, aye
Look, we are not those type of people
Losing touch of what's illegal
Been at my spot for way too long
Let's fly

Let me see you
Move ya body
To whistle

I do it better
I'm Sharp
Like a pencil

I'm stupid clean
They like P
You too official

I'm spanking shit
Cry

Niggas say I’m Problem
I gotta live my life on the run
Death before dishonor
If you live by it
You gotta die about it son
And If Gotta go today
Look

don't match,
Man i'm not even gone judge, judge
(Arghh)
I was only 15 hearing "Your lil ass guilty" by the judge
It was supposed to be confidential
You

that you a fan
I’m mapping out where I’m supposed to go
This life a rodeo I got you focused on the line
Like hold the phone
Poem by poem
I’m building

No verses written by me (nah)
Out to prove to all that I could MC (come on)
Lookin' to battle, what? Who want it with he?
Uniform and fatigues, foam

How am I supposed to get that? Thought we'd do it together
You want me to become your friend When I see you like my wife Faking happy faces
But I'm

pressure busts a pipe causing the flood of your eyes
But a man ain't supposed to cry thats a rule of the game
Wipe your face and keep it moving you'll get

of this mic
Just like I'm supposed to be the one and only
Better off with ya door closed take my message
And mix it up with your hormones
My heart is colder

Brainstorm my next bloodbath in a bubble bath
While I stroke my rubber duck and cackle manically
Shit, balls, anal cavity
Lately when I've been trying to wipe

been chosen by what you believe most in
The Buddha or Pope
Either or both
I'm letting you know that whatever road
I'm taking to go to where I'm supposed

empty tin 

I want this and I want that
If you take it I'm getting it back
You can't pop my confidence coz it's wrapped around in bubble wrap 
Don't blame