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We'd like to thank y'all for coming out
Tonight, spendin' time with the mighty
Mighty indie tribe we got 2Peece on
The piano don't the keys
Sound so

round
Murdering motherfuckers if they talking how they win crowns
Waking a fucking beast that'll hit 'em
With a roundhouse kick
They gon' pound my fist

only need half
Smoking plenty, yea the tree gas
Hated by many so I stay with the semi, paranoia can't relax, nah
This bitch said I'm taking too long,

Still riding dirty, UGK icy crown
Still getting mine
On time, everytime
I was in the 9
Selling a 9s, with a 9
This shit Mob Business
Send the niggas

white powders with Nat Brew cmanzeba 
We quickly left to tell cmbolley at his house 
Couldn't believe what we saw as we passed Charterhouse 
Many artistes

the roots of quest
To find love
But Cupid didn't want to shoot heartbeats
And rejected by many cause I look too young
I guess I had too much to
Drink from

your crown 
I sacrifice the drip and I sacrifice the style cause it could never please me
I gain a blessing when I’m tested
I’ve been wrestling with

U Can't Fade Me

Spice 1

Immortalized

1999

been?" "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1",

and cold, face to the crack
Beyond dark gates with no way back
His crown of gold faded to black
Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers

With thrill-kill

deeper from the scars,|Of a hundred fights before|But the challenger who's reaching for his crown|Brings him back to fight once more.||He's a champion,

is sharp as him
I gotta flip by the pack when the options slim
I keep at least two O's, no oxygen
Keep two hoes when I cop the Benz
Leave for my bros,

Here is Turahtan, the Ersatz-Opera with dedications to our lost generation
It is modestly personalized by
Sasha, a Russian Writer
Turahtan,

sweaters
Has it all but wants something better
Born with it without even knowing
Many secrets, don't want them showing
Teary eyed she puts on the crown
Gets

Black sheep, raised by a wolf pack
No disguise you ain't gotta pull the wool back
Over eyes, this is something you should look at
Blow your mind

from Dayton
That was shy
Not involved in altercations
More so observative, I
Had plenty phases
Picture me with crayons
Painting dreams of claiming crowns

ain't got aim, so why am I the target
Queen of the heartless many hardships
Can't put yo hands on this Scarlett
Telling me to take my crown off
Game on,

off the angels cause they don't answer I'm being controlled by the sat an
Your own mama won't recognize you after I'm done with'ya, oh lord amen

In

look up, but don't believe him
Is there even a God?
If so, then explain why my loved one's don't stay
Got too many problems and no one to blame
I'm

Turnin' their metal to diamonds
Always ridin' for my gang, ridin' 'round with the crown
Yeah, I'm the king of my city
Givin' them a smackdown, Sac-Town

Multiple Stab Wounds

Malevolent Creation

The Ten Commandments

1991

violence infests in a man.
Leaves him burning with anger, outburst from hell.
Suffer with every dying twitch, gored remains of the human shell.
No one

on track
Who am I can't get it straight
What can I do to elevate
Look over mountains and trees
If it's true there can be a better me
Too many thoughts are

Ain't No Limit

Mystikal

Breaking Bank

1998

Together  Oh yeah. It's time to pass out the stripes 

Hah Bra 

I told you there wasn't no limit 



I told ya like I told him 

Like I mean what

it
yeah this place is astounding (astounding)
Lord got my heart pounding
(Yes he does)
Spirit in the air we surrounded
(Save by him)
Left my heart

now?
Fuck it, Imma scrap that sound
Got me questioning the crowd
I'm with when we hitting up the town
Like did Ryan really care when I told him what I'm