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snowed
The kids carry chopsticks not for rice in the bowl
School counselors all know how they life is at home
Cold like the Minnesota Vikings at home

Slaughter gang teasing
Bodies in 4k betta up that strap and release them demons
Niggahs getting slept on like kids melatolin
Yea ima local but im still ya

and stack bodies, like it's a game
Eeny, meeny, miny, no place or safe space, we're it, right off the porch
Dodge bullets with no name
I held Chris, until

and Fauset
are names that none of us should forget
And
A scratchy old record that the elders loved by Pigmeat Markum
Called here comes the judge.
City streets

Uh, uh-huh, let's get it 
Just Jill, Cambridge 02139, let's go

I guess this is the life for us
No one's gonna ride or die like us
Getting

Over-zealous
There is nothin' you can tell us
That we don't already know
I mean I heard the same story
Like an hour ago

Bust up on the scene, 
I'm like a heavy

nothin' you can tell us
That we don't already know
I mean I heard the same story
Like an hour ago
Bust up on the scene
I'm like a heavy duty power load

a map pack
Up for a fair game if you got the skills
(unh) but I like to give the playing
Field a little bit of tilt
Cause winning's an addiction I like

my space
It's Lansky coming through and I'm wrecking the place
Chewing up the game like I was Richard Chase
Evidence never found so I'm winning

can take us
The strongest bond can't nobody break us
Diamonds on diamonds to lock it in
Heart surrounded by ice I'm breaking in
First breath out

by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot

1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with

Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this

Poppin' Them Collars

Master P

Ghetto Postage

2000

That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game

[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D

(no games, no games)
I ain't playing no games (no games, no games)

Like, My girl say I need to rap more and she right
She the only one I listen to so

shit you ain't do
You like, "what happened?"
We go get lawyers to say shit, we don't know how to talk
They told us to hate each other before we learn

leave you caught up with deas
Drug dealing big spending get the bitches with ease
You a dog with real ice so they on you like fleas
Think your mack games

Family Reunion

Portishead

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

that old simon game
I figured out why men try us 'cause we o-d on rims and thin tires
For that we Len Bias
All it takes a punch he ain't brave he

to grab what you can't see ,
But I grew up being who I wanna be, is 
Nothing left on this after match but, hustler and, niggas  like us, we go for what

It's Nasty

Grandmaster Flash

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild

my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by

a cop aiming at kids playing a game
When they guns made of plastic like these bitches' face
If he was white they wouldn't shoot, but that just ain't

I want you to tell them statik Selektah

Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit

the new kid
No one knows my name
If I’m the new kid and I hid
You wouldn’t be caught dead
Around the new kid
So I’ll play the game
But I’m the new kid if I

Oracle joins us as the next Phantom Thief

I am the Sakura everyone likes
Hair like a sunset but I stay inside
Gamer by day and a hacker by night
Me with