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Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every

This is for Nilot man, this is for the Bantu, the Cushitic man, 
This is for down-trodden, The child in the mine in the Congo man, 
This is for

at least 5 years they'll be calling me the goat
I got make it out the trenches to give the ones it hope
Been dealing with a lot lately and writing my only

shit without me celebrated my album with a trip to Maui
Came back and rip said something's different bout me
I caught some different
Kind of waves in

they want me to smash now
They be searching my name up, they feeling me just like a pat down
The best rapper alive, it should be a crime the way that I

ain't hearing my albums
I got a few friends they just want a discount
They don't understand that we been putting in hours man
Centipedes near to me 2 legs

Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that

was raised by Sister
Never talked much growing up but Deep down I miss her
And when she cried to my parents I Always dissed her
Becoming who I am now

that garlic drug
Mantras when I spit this flow, knowledge filled up in every bar
But I'm guided by the light, no shine, soldier of the father but I ain't

Pimp On

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be

All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been

cbd, I'll be free this evening
And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing
How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling
You tell me hip

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

Me and my nigga is on some go gettas
You can catch me on the track
And you know I'm going gorillas
Fuck you and your feelings I'm
Just chasing down

scars 
Everyday's a new battle 
The album is when i'll go to war
Trust me 
You don't need no trust 
Funds got me till I'm basically 80 
My accounts allows

a single album now everybody knows us
Sipping on boba never watching Roma
Replacing my Mercedes that got taken by the tow truck

Yeah bitch, the next drinks

God by my side right now
Been at my lows
Seen my highs
So I'm finna slide right now

All in my bag
Doing my dance
Way too high to come down and drag

in what’s damned to bleed
I ain’t got no metaphors
I ain’t got entendres
I just got a lot of problems
Won’t you settle for
Like an album of me popping

me get this straight, it starts with some anxiety-inducing rap production, and the rest of the album is a hot mess of different genres?

Well, I would

wish me the best
But to overcome myself is the biggest test
So imma lay this track down then I'm gonna rest
Now I gotta confess the whole album was

stripes at the pool and more solid than state of matter
Providing the gas I need me a liquid to cool my mind
Or else we'll fucking burn down with the heat I

ain't malevolent by gunning you down
That's a simple metaphor, I've never purchased a round
I know what I'm meant for, at least I hope that I know
I hope

to the exit
Got bad bitches in Texas
Text me, tryna tell me I'm the best
And yet I still stress with this rap shit
Like I'm not already a vet
I've been down

living, I
See only ghosts in the sky, no angel for me to find, yeah
I still break down, put in that movie she made
Glow from the screen shows tears on my