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B.Y.T.
Slip pass security to be by me
And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do
Invite your crew, and I'll invite mine too

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

living in
Stray bullets burn cold when they meet flesh
Got partners in the boro still smoking stress a dub sack be the remedy let they mind rest
My parents

caught Pinocchio by his nose,
but he wriggled away and ran back home.
There was no one at home because Geppetto was still out looking for him.
Suddenly

remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use

Killa with the gitchy sack
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke, FUCK DAT!
Snake skin Hatchet Gear with the alphabet hat, biatch
I'm ready, bring all these hoes

I Remember

Lil Rob

The Best of

2008

remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use

in there own blood
Poor out 40s blaze up a dub
When your showing your homies love
Heavy influence by thugs
Leads to distribution of drugs
When they

industry like a flow of positive energy giving boost to a battery
First the fire gotta spark blaze you back to reality away from illusion, mythology, fantasy

can't stop the miracle flow
Other cats blaze it fast, I'd rather steer it slow
Match raps back to back tracks appear as sheer gold
And you ask why this

Wait hold up, kill it
Motherfuckers always trying to guard me
I just wanna know if they ripping my routes off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big

Silly Puddy

Zion I

Mind over Matter

2000

the flow is strong it's smart 
If it's stupid it's not art 
Marks are made so many ways 
You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed

to blaze, but I'm taking My time cuz this
Sack of Haze is so pretty,
Scale calibrated bud evaporated
Can't be mad today, I'm too lit
And it's a Saturday, so

the gitchy sack
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke, FUCK THAT!
Snake skin hatchet gear with the alphabet hat, beyotch
I'm ready bring all these hoes
Sick of hood

No Flaws

Young Scooter

The Recipe

2018

on but I ain't brought it all with me
Bail thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)

head lunatics

All ready for some gangsta shit

What up, blaze that shit up

And pass it this way, so we can parly

And gangsta bounce mothafuckas out

So welcome to the intro
Rap's changing by the window
Spraying Windex while I'm looking at the logo
Do I have faith uh yeah, fucking zero
Topics all

at the stats and see why Rodgers slaughters Just like John blaze
Number twelve, bringin' em hell
Makin' em bail
Thinkin' they're gonna sack him, but they fail

so unfazed that I won't engage
I'm pulling my sack up
Picking my slack up
Ripping this track up
Racking some stacks to the max
While I still got some

leaving you in a casket

And I ain’t even talking about that
So I’m just finna kick back
And blaze this fat chronic sack
While it’s just me and you
“Your

Love it when the plug hits me with new flavours
Shake my head like oh man
Gassed by no gang
I roll around on my own I'm my own man
They like to stunt

been on some other shit
I'm been counting money
I might flood the club and shit I might
Fill my pockets with some dub lil bitch
Put like twenty on your

Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)

I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)

the dope and hit the block 
And let it sack up 
Thug is like a master 
I do it in dutch 
And like a bitch bent over  
Nigga I do it and fuck 

And I be lovin

at the sky by the pochers
buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
we dot the posters, the top postmokers
leaving the beer