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to d day 
Shit I don't even need my gun I hit you with the melee
Shit I quit smoking but I could  use some KK 
I ain't have a job I had quaps every day

to fill the hole, I offer up this lyric
To anyone that want to hear it
Deep down, I know we'll be all right, but at times I can hardly bear it
I was blessed

and I fought now I,
Only know that these gun minds only want punch lines or gun minds
If you don't kick well then your most likely unsigned, (when I'm

believing this correct route shit
Moody cabbie muddy puddle reflecting my avi
A.N.C. twitter relief style
Profile wild mad traffic in my attic 
Meanwhile

(N1 got the sauce, baby) aye me nuh new
We doin' this already (Step at the teahouse
Step at the tables already)
(Cain's got that goon)

I just

or sumn
Talkin he be strapped
But ain't get back
I think he lien or sumn
Lotta frontin
Momma caught me baggin
Started crying cuz I was eye'n onions
12

Unh, one seven A B, baby
You know I stays putin' my ankles in it, right
Another beat by Retro
M-K-L up in this bitch, baby, let's go!
One stop shop

the beast
I've settled down, than rose out east
I'm in the clouds - these highs I reach 
I've been about - no lies I speak
And they announce here's Frankie

the mountains
Features up, no, i can't do a thousand

What's good, BabyTron? Tap yo baby in
In the club with some sticks like the Navy in
Big guns too, it ain't

ain't fuckin' with it
Say "Mister, mister, please give
Me some of that, i need a fixin'"
We get high as fuck, then we fight and fuck
It's like Guns N

like I talk Tai
Mix it with Spanish lingo
Seguimos El Messias Christo
By His Blood we're hechos iqual 
"Let my people go": the sequel 
Mi problems? All

I'm smoking top shelf, huh
Picky with who I'm around
N****s be grimy, I move by myself
I got double G up on my belt, huh
I'm Gucci, the same way it's

and magic
And an oath so strong and true
You'll be presented with a rose of blue

Come see this spinning void that will assault your mind
This optical

Still die by yourself so why keep you a crew
They stay looking down that’s the reason I grew
Don’t need me a homie don’t need me a boo
I'm in tune with

now
Niggas wanna hit the crown
Police wanna gun me down
They can't hold me on a string
I ain't kite
I bite
Whole life whole life
Thats the shit ion like

to my suite clways bliss n neat


Nothings wrong right
Hit the bong high as a kite
No fight in sight
Might smite you and take No delight 
Don't Test me I

down like a stone
They taking off like a bat, but I break em' off like a Kit Kat
And a Knick knack, saying this n' that
They invite me to a party, it's

thoughts with my enemies in my shadow
Oh n-no-no-no
I’m not letting you go escape all the words you said about me
Struggled with identity cause they were

Rose (my nigga)
Stick out my foot, I might just trip up the ref, you on the net talking 'bout goals
I been through the fire, I had to take off my socks

(Oh, it wasn't produced by RJ?
Throw the beat away)
Yeah, listen, bitch, yeah

Bro stacking
Throwing gang signs quicker than Itachi
Pouring cups

over these so rappers
I'm too spiritually spiteful to be expressed by your pastor
Take a breath because life is getting much faster
Reality don’t battle

Mark of the Beast

Boogiemonsters

Riders of the Storm: The Underwater Album

1994

off his kicks.
He can't reach the climax for the shot of the sun.
Anti-christ traveling through the tract of his gun.
He thinks of the sex, and the "E"

and a killer make you look like thriller
Quick to bust off the strilla and the cops know I'm a dealer
If I talk to pigs they work for me future King of N Y C
I'm

a young buck you Ain't gon settle me down
These women letting me down
So much my heart can't be found
Preaching hate instead of love what else been there