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like strangers by the same ones that I know as kin
My gun'll click before I give a bitch my heart and soul again
Took all my losses to the chin, I know

the turf shark, surrounded by all fish
I'm gettin' to a bad dog, I ain't in the mix
I fly with a drummer, so hookin' up with a bitch
I'm shakin' haters off

easy
Me and my dawgs come out of the night time and I still run around with em
Yeah there's a lot of shit they can say about me but I know it would die

since I started, I'm not no regular artist
Mmm, really only getting started, a lot of flow still uncharted

This shit get deeper by the daily, want

played the violin Set up another tour, slept among whores
Got bit by a scum punk dog, the maddest eyes
I need stitches and shots  where's the hospital,

the mix up with your arrival time. 
I had the foresight. Then my third eye 
was calcified by tap water fluoride. 
I don't know what defines real man, so

crazy, hoe, you buggin'
Yeah, she buggin', woah
I said take my heart and my soul, dump that in a hoe
Codeine hella cold, mix it by the 4
We go way back,

I was conceived in the late 90s
By a family who was just being formed
Tunnel vision
My vision is becoming deformed
Bloody eyes
I have no remorse
I'll

a fuck bout the rest
Bitch I'mma dog but I can't be your pet
Nigga wanna slide on me know that's a bet
These nigga talkin but he ain't a threat
When I pull

Can't fuck with these monkey ass niggas I am not Dora
Christopher Columbus in her ocean imma explore her
Clutchin up I be coming back by the 4th

take you turn, we get nasty, that's how it be
Im trying to earn. cnd get crafty, break out the black sheep 
Not to be stern but its getting crafty let

with my 
Nigga Sleazy take it easy when
We in yo city a lot of niggas 
Aint fucking with me why 
These niggas want to try the 
Hippie protect your neck

tetris on his checklist
No lie
He disclosed it on line number twenty-five
It's mentioned prior to the nasty cramp he got
On his right side thigh
But what's

I'm lovin' it
You too fly, girl, I gotta have it

You look even better by my side, girl, yeah
Ooh, you bad, girl, you pressure
The way you walk, you so

(baby, baby), too blam for these lames
Yes, when I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes

Squat!

Mike D

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

(baby, baby), too blam for these lames
Yes, when I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes

It’s simple logic what’s goes up
Me say it must come down 
Live by the sword die by the sword 
That’s how the story goes 
Try to move on try to forget

Blend me up some papaya
Coconut water need a lot of it
Throw in two bananas
Mango from the freezer
All ingredients organic
Farmers market in a panic
AA

Junkie having withdraw powder mix with 
Fetnayl 
Itching like that k9
Bitches love it raw dog 
Pedestal I stand tall 
Shitting on yo hood
Bag big she go

got em too, prince got be hurt
That’s the connect, piece the letters together 
That’s my dog, been my dog since them G-Unit sweaters

Got me acting

SPARK the boy up he got hit Inna back
I just came up off robbing the lot
Kick Inna door for that sack with a Mac
How you ain't keep you a sack Inna rap

dogs gotta free us
Too hot, this the part where they need us
Cold drink, spill it, need a re-up
Now I'm driving back alive and the dash need to speed up

then I crashed
Dog 
Rubber band man I had to bounce back
Dog
What goes around comes around that's how the game go
You was an angel but then you went

soda and Trish

Boy how you ain't got no pape and you old den' a bitch
pull the lac off the lot, put some moe in my grits
I mix the tek wit' the wok, put