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back out
All my money makers get a rack out
All the pretty ladies get your rack out
I know I'm too rude, but I'm young so that's my excuse

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

mission: to strike in offense once again
At the state of the Original
And you think that you're all that
Dealer of the Criddilack
Is that a fact you

You told me that you was down until the end
Never thought I see a day where I can’t trust my closest friends
I be chilling but I really love to win

like that
It is all a game and once you know that you are not the same
No not, not the same never
Knock knock who's there they are like
Different

Bring It On

Too Much Trouble

Players Choice

1993

Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut

of a confession if you won't repent
That's funny, it's all about the reputation and the money
Yeah, we're all hypocrites-
Yeah, we're all hypocrites but there are

to put the acetone inside my cocaine
10.5 Half cut if I working with the whole thang
I keep giving out chances hoping that folks change
You know the game

Black guys on my ass again 'cause I'm that crazy Mexican

[Yogi]
I remember how it all began
I used to bust raps to my East County friends
Now back then,

Shit, I figured you was different, I made an exception
I guess it wasn't all that bad, learned me a lesson
Can't trust nobody with my scars, or my tears

propelled
In this pit of collision, America, for surely call it Hell
It came in text that I was sent as a visionary
I travel with the humble, still bled

Daughters torn from sweet dreams by lost ones
I was lost once, quit that job then lost sums
But if you stole a life, why would I care if you lost one
As we

legs ain't soft
She influenced by some bitches that's influenced by the ho's
Would you do it for the Birkin, 'fore you do it for yourself?
I'm a Buddha

Yeah, I got 10 minutes, better start the clock
While you come around the corner, bitch, I'm shootin' shots
At your bitch, she want the dick, that

Stalk me like overzealous pricks

Fake balling pretending g
Ain't that whip for renting b
Some man still owe me 10 p
Try not to use words too lengthy
They

like a misfit, bandit
Hand full of aces, play my cards like I'm Gambit
One wrong move could get you X'd out, cancelled
A monster with the ink, y'all got

me kisses
He got 0 bands, that lil' nigga free
He say "JBeezy, can you be like me?"
Broke at the bottom and getting no bitches?
I'd rather be eaten by

pussy, drugs, gang banging
And degrading our race
But did you know at one point that we was known as Kings and Queens
Like how did we make it to this point

the top
And the only thing you got going ain't enough
Nigga thought he bagged a foreign
And that bitch was a mut
Next to Complex all these bitches bite

wether drunk or sober
Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over
I dont give a dam bitch Im just to ill
Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo

-Told you a story once, "Made a measure" the theme, under
Pressure with dreams.
-Aderlessens and fiens
-Learned lessons indeed, the sound was

off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all

other, then they all looked at me

Well All at once I felt like I’d been busted all over again

And it’s a humbling damn experience getting’ called out by

can't stand to do
And I know exactly what I plan to do
Make DT Lamont be the only one that I answer to
It's gotta be a false sense of reality pulling
All

who I was you’d be appalled
I gave up on love since I was stood a foot tall
If I cut you off I'm sorry
Thats my instinct thats all
I don't wanna get