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Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready

about our communities
You know what i mean
Listen to the words that people say in they lyrics
And tell me is that some real

Started driving sport cars

trip
Tired of seeing pictures with the fish lips
Swinging by the bitches on my hit list
Looking at the world, I’m a get this
You got no money in pocket,

(Brr)
T-shirt Chrome, tell the lil' bitch
"My heart dead" (yeah)
Vanilla this, vanilla that
The young Tron was giffy grabbin'
Made his whole car stop
I

nigga
Get money my genes, thought my father died n green denim's
Ain't nothing safe when it's free picks
Get cold I'm Justin Simmons
My first car came

Jani

My car push to start it the valet he park it
Money the target we came for the market
I cop it then shop it then triple the profit 
I walk like I

a re-up, swinging like my name sia
Scalped a bitch by bussing shots, he couldn't bob 'em or weave 'em
Niggas, swearing, up and, down
That they gone, take my

on the rear car stereo
Like Don Karaoke, I suppressed all my feelings
Pretty ironic how I became the villain
I then became repetitive, even though I refused
Who

car window
I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic
Your

my birthday
All my friends came
And we ate delicious cake
And you know we had to play
Football in the street
Till a car came
Gonna spend our time right

secured I choppa sitting by the do
Wisper in her ear let's rob yo daddy he so gotta know
Got Kobe in my stick if im wit trip I got 20 mo
You trynna run get

shit not a gimmick
I'm seeing the future like my name was Hendrix
I think her nigga mad cause she came back with a bob but that hoe left with extensions

Where the Tarantula Lives

The Dead Milkmen

Eat Your Paisley!

1986

Holland is ruled by Midgets
Pope owns CBS
Subway cars have been equipped with bars
And they're cloning Rudolph Hess

Samantha Fox, gone frigid

see around
I see brothers gettin' shot in their cars by police
I see 5-0 gettin' spit on by marchers in the streets
Things are so rough even whitey

It's my campfire sing along
It's just like that Bob Dylan song
We're living like a rolling stone
Will we stop? I don't think so.

Where did I, did I, did

to "Abolition!"
Squad cars, free guns, only buying ammunition
I've been itching for the revolution, no anarcho-fantasy
Simply pissed about the lynching's of my

money on me 

Went and got my license straight
It's the on the license plate
Call me Mr. Microwave 
If I don't Fuck with you ya Jake
I stay right there by

Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
Three strikes to five mics (forever

Magnum!

My Glock will make the
Whole fucking block rumble
Y'all niggas need to watch who
You approach in this jungle
See I ain't even got a pot

Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
Three strikes to five mics (forever

to earn my nine to five
Or work for my demise hurtful with the lying eyes 
Privatize my life and get divided hide the cyanide 
Vitalized get inspired by my

don't like my aux in their car
It's hard to chew the truth down their throat
Their core can't process these notes
Cause it goes against what they promote

News
Hip hop Scripture

The Spoken Word

For the word is right and true
Mama this compilations for you
Another album for My discography
Resist the sin

News
Hip hop Scripture

The Spoken Word

For the word is right and true
Mama this compilations for you
Another album for My discography
Resist the sin