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I could be made believing that
I have got something to believe in but

How I'm deceived by everyone.
Does it bother me? Yes, it bothers me

Like

my mind
Ain’t got no room for your thoughts
Took her out the stack house
To the top floor loft
In the Lululemons I bought
Just to see it wiggle
When

of night
I'm by your side
Hallucinate
The love you make
Thoughts of it go by
Don't mean to imply
That you are simply
Irrevocable
The same memories
Come

prune up, but I don't mind
Because I've got you sittin' by my side, girl
There are somethings static that the tide can't wash away

As we sing together

them from ourselves
Somehow it got brazen
My conscience was shaken
And then I'm surrounded by you

And in your sweetest dreams
Would you want me
Lie

on my own device


Life’s standing on photographs
Turning sadness into lies
If i got beated by all, i’m truly sorry
If i'll never get


Through the haze

She's got a smile that lights up the night
Her beauty shines like stars so bright

With skin as rich as ebony
She's the rhythm in my melody

My black

up
Deaf to the shred of the hidden blade
Covered by the voices that you made
Keep it real hush, start to vibrate
Keep it real hush, make the opps shake

today
I see myself in the stars
Next to the moon
I light up embracing ma flaws
Penning a prayer to the Lord
That's when I talk to heal
I got a heart

Or suffocate you wit a MAGA hat and
Take it to go trust
When the semi auto claps thats a wrap
Oh
Steppin on my toes
Hey - get off my feet
I'm about

the highest high
You did your best
To do your worst
I got used to all the ways it hurt
Feel the fever telling me that I need her
Science fiction turning

of the past
Don't know where to go
but I've got to move on
Do you know,
do you remember that song?
Moving straight ahead
we're headed for destruction
Loneliness

This Is for the Riderz

Califa Thugs

Califa Thugs

2001

[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets

Superstraight

Regurgitator

Triple M's New Stuff, Vol. 2

2002

Gimme love gimme good good times
Here in suburbia the best you can buy
This is my home I keep my family inside
I'm late for work now honey I got

and crushed you like a can.
Years spent faking pain and making plans.

I'm pretty sure you'd recognize these guys.
That were asking around for you just

Thug Warz

Fredro Starr

Firestarr

2001

[Verse 2: Napoleon]
I ain't got time for dem lies, I gotta get mines
Muthafucka ask Shyne he'll tell you I rise
Do 'em dirty this time, worked with

guided by my conscience 
Man up did what had I to did the opposite 
Half on that sucker shit making it difficult 
Couldn't see pass herself the bigger

Let your daddy danceSee you daddy danceWell I'm so
entrancedBy the barefoot brideAs she gave her handAnd
loved like no otherUnder the coverOf

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Eat a fuckin D philly D

eyes
wasn't built for jail, even a short ride
missing court side
guards make me prove that I'm hard
cutting the sleeves off my garb
gang related art

If one question is allowed
By the time you've got to sit them down
To make it count
Give up before you start

You walk through the remains of the dead

what I’m talking about
and you can tell it too
by the wrinkled tattoo on his skin;
the men in love are slim.

I see him standing there
every Friday

another time
Tangerine lines on my phone
Got me feeling so right
Add that to the scroll of
Things that I do to get by
Figuring out what we are
Isn't half

here for the poster or the pixels on the page
I'm here to vibrate from an inner state
Hard to tap into when you too far within the game
Need to get outta