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trying to
G on their own

I just can't leave this white bitch
My Cubans cut my mic switch
Loaded all up in my garage
YG say it might fit
Yeah, I got

Aw yeah
Way before the checks it was cash and all
The same bitch you lovin' I was passin' on
You don't really know about my past when I
Ain't really

the grabba with the weed, nigga, I ain't smokin' no Dutch
I'm tryna smoke the pain away, I just been rollin' it up
Did this shit all by myself, no, I don't

Even money gets boring too 
I cleaned my bin after the French bloke puked all over it I just boiled the kettle and I threw that all over it 
Yer
Yer
I

Than even old Montana Max
That's not baloney in my slacks
And I will make no wrong-turned blunder
On the way to Cucamonga
Unlike that old Lapinian, Bugs

that about a bitch
That Imma talk shit until I'm out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I

Look

Imagine an island where the party never ends
Where it's less about money and it's more about friends
Where the vibes can't done
It's less

Orville Redenbacher (Woo)
Poppin like you get it from ya mama
Gucci my cologne girl I'm guilty (Gucci!)
Get you all alone so you feel me
She go missing it's

And The Tock Ticking
So its FaceTime
Gamebreaker with this Rap shit
Every Shot Attempt I don't miss
Cheesing Til I got em all swiss
Been a long time like
French

Chains

DLT

Nature's Best: 40 NZ Number Ones, 1970-2013

2013

my son and an extra foot for my daughter
Gifts from a land that I don't even know I was
To slow to see that s-car-go you say I'm all
Blow no cash

leaving before I'd arrived

Eyes magnetic, that moldavite flame
Stopping the traffic, all six lanes
Calling me baby, barely saying my name
I was

promise
But never come through
When you want it
This is the interesting
Thing about niggas
Think they winning by playing
Go figure
I made peace with
Things

could run, you feel me? (An island on my own)
That's lil bro but that's my son, that's what it's about (I'm hidin' woes, oh-naaana)
SHALdo in the west

Do You Like Criminals

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

All bottled up in your high society
You want to chech my mental
Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo
Spice in ya life is what

Wearing that shit that you can’t afford
Bands is regular
All about Gab instead of the bag
Bands is regular
Talking that shit we back on yo ass
I made

about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.

legend aint no doubt about it 

Always strive and prosper 
Pocket rocket lotty choppa's 
Chakra got me rocky coppa's
Copyright some by the dollar 
Special

mein 
I did this on my lonely 
0 missions with the homies 

The money already printed 
I had to go and get it 
I can feel all the tension 
From all of my

tellin' to you bout the money
Now I know my life is bright
for you, to you and with you
Everything so icy
Dom Pérignon dripin
We gon have a party
Not about

it's fuck me, it's fuck you

Don't talk about it, be about it
Call me Hush Money Push
You can read about it
My portfolio cause Polio
Under the hood like

Yeah, yeah, yeah

There's no love
Yeah it's all about the money and the drugs
Yeah it's all about gettin outta scrubs
And if you ain't got no power

God Send

Organized Konfusion

Internal Affairs

1999

My mom is in the bedroom, cryin' again
Sister's on the street corner, lyin' again
Just heard about another one of my niggas dyin' again
I'm tryin'

what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!

Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like

Have My Cheese

Trick Daddy

Thugs Are Us

2001

down if my greens don't grow 
Y'all know about flow
So niggas stop puttin' up a front
And give a muthafucka what he want
'Fo you end up in the trunk