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and killed niggas for they looks
But peep it, this n*gga told me secrets bout life
The struggles of the black and the luxuries of white
The shit was trife, my

Boi!

Young Problemz

Boi!

I hit the club all the girls say yeah uh
Do it one time for the mo eh eh he he
Just a fool
Look how I'm stuntin
Hit the club with a fine sugar

you word
Seen
So much blood
Even my eyes turn Red
From battles in the killing field
So real
Crabs gotta look for another barrel
But it's not my

much I fucking make
Don't ask if I'm okay
and just get out my way

Cash in the another check, while you tryna meet ends
Might end your life, it depends

southsida, all da hoes love it
Million dollar deal without wack 100
See these ratchet ass bitches gone fuck for da money,
How da fuck you get signed, but you

someone
you love,
that's how those are
your main two objectives.
It's good. Good for you.
cll the good stuff.
This chef,
apparently the chef doesn't love

Unjustly.  Black people. Brown people. Gay people, straight people. A lot of motherfuckers. And most of all the poor people. So this ones for us. And I ain't

back with this much appeal
I know you see it baby
You gone need a bib for this drip
Stop playing
You know I'm crazy
I'm a 90's baby
Wussup?
The best

there
You do for so much, but they stab you
That trust turned a avenue
At tabernacles, they pray to a statue
I don't give God enough of my time
Cause

piping, I ain't eating shit
If I ain't had it, I'd stole that shit, my daddy taught me how to be the shit
Bust clips for the fuck I get, hold fire for that

you
If you my foe, I’m gon find you
My gangsta always shine through
No one do it like I do
I don’t care how you do
I got so much to do
While you

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for

back with this much appeal
I know you see it baby
You gone need a bib for this drip
Stop playing
You know I'm crazy
I'm a 90's baby
Wussup?
The best

mane 
Is how I feel about your career
I seen you do this all my life mane 
We both lived out our dreams
And continuing to do so 
Bless the world with

around 
But it still ain't came back for black folks 
Niggas get ten years out chere for selling dope 
Look it's funny how they used to look up to JT 
Now

me How much we got
I'm Just like Doc Nigga
Off Menace II society
Open around the clock
Niggas get popped just like it's on TV
The Same show
Just

How much we got
I'm Just like Doc Nigga
Off Menace II society
Open around the clock
Niggas get popped just like it's on TV
The Same show
Just

I know you thinking 
How could that little thing
Have so much baggage
I don't know
I once had to buy a bigger bag though

Her looks are made to Kill

The blind leading the blind
While we all try to hide
Our fucking true nature
Thruth is
They only see us by our misbehaviour
Theyre the ones that take your

been crisscrossed by my brothers I'm like fuck bros
Hope they think i'm lackin
Try it and it's gun smoke
Brody shoot the glizzy so much
I think the gun

on this track for your boy real quick
Let's go
Yo Yo Look
Pardon me if I seem a bit interrupted, but I'm missing something
Or the culture taking Christ out

Sometimes in Winter

Eldritch

Headquake

Inside your light
In this garden of Eden I live again
Reassured by hope from my fallings born
Walking on my illusions I breathe the end
How many flowers

My Life

Criminalz

Criminal Activity

2001

six feet, get put as deep as you stand
Get carried by five homies, your brother the sixth man
Think about your life and what you got to live for
You may

off all the mud
For you, the tracks I lay me down to sleep
I meditate on your view and hop right into our discussion
It's some things I want to do with