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a seat
When I get inside the door I hold it for my team
Used to pinch pennies
Now we sign titties
Used to ride the bench
Now we ridin pretty
Used to sell

of purple runtz,
700 days away I couldn’t count it by the month,
Bought a yard and now I’m back feeding kittens in the slums,

I just
Moved into da bottom

Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw

know that she love I dominate her
All black whip like a dominatrix
All my friends and my momma hate her
It don't matter though cause that's my baby
She

role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in
The Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Aphrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By

misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?

White Trash

Lordz of Brooklyn

All in the Family

1995

he ain't no altar boy
He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you want to cop a lid
And if

'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You can call me black Sadam Huseain
Pump St

understand it
You prolly don't know but I felt abandoned
Abandoned
It's pretty crazy how she'll let herself be controlled
For a relationship with her mom she

always pinching the bags
Life's been getting pretty hectic
I ain't even seen a check yet
cll these mandatory needles
Boutta land me on my deathbed
cll

The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron

this, hustle life,
You're the copy, of the copy, it's by design,
Ke-mo sah-bee, I'm wasabi, you're out of line,
.why you imitators always copy all my

I have a friend called Aaron who helped me out when I was thrown out by my cousin Jamil from his flat. 
On the day I was thrown out, I met him in

though
The lyrics be cynical not quite the pinnacle arsonist criminal pretty subliminal
You too damn pitiful if you think this the pinnacle
I go back

hes got his paper to bed
Pretty soon now they can read all about it
Read all the things you've said
See him frown as he reads the first copy
Scans it

Cold

DMC

Checks Thugs and Rock N Roll [Original]

2006

it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come

proof the tank (Hm-m)
Bitch is a dime a dozen
I get dimes by the bundle (Huh)
Barry White bumping backseat while we fucking
Them niggas was making love

that car wreck
The homie patty cake shot himself with a 38
Drunk sitting by himself too much time to contemplate
Talking to him on the phone he cutting

like I'm already dead
I turn the music up
Flirt with the bitches in back
("Yo wassup?") yeah they pretty
Feelin giddy off of purple kush sack
Forty

Black G's want to trap cheese though they never bite uh
Lil players ball hard for tall broads
Even the score boards against all odds
You know we've seen

no white contriteness

Everything after was a slide
All our progress nullified
Putting people back in boxes
Chickens caged, guarded by foxes
Military

U-RITE

They.

Nü Religion: HYENA

2017

I ain't with the back and forth, I ain't back and forth
Look at what you asking for, would you back up off me like
Pretty sure your man still

like they're being juggled by the beat
Sound muffles in the crowds as it plows into the muscles of the Pretty gals in gowns with a thousand ruffles
We're

You niggas ran outta tissue
Mask on like I'm Vega nigga
Pretty boy swag
Cut the nigga head off, keep it in a old bag
You can call that Gucci Gang