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connoisseur
Bust it open and I smell flavor
He spend it when he get it
I can tell he never felt paper

My young niggas out they top
They be out here wild
I be

of went to Princeton
And we still getting to the chicken

We from the side where the women be the shadiest
Hoes ain't prayed in so long that they atheists

there’s nothing left it’s like tuba
Go and take a couple shrooms with Mario and stop a gooba
Blowing up just like a zooka
Get the homies they be

life
Got the wrong attitude, you know the stank booty type
All these bunnies come and say they wanna be my wifey
Kickin game like Jet Li, no wonder that

really checked on me

Got some homies Sippin 30 in Alaska
I be so damn high paolo 8 whippin to NASA
I been independent like a grind near downtown plaza

the second
I cash my check and spent it all by the second
It’s just to get you past second
Just to see how you’re living
For future reference, I might call you

way thru topness
Bitch stay topless
Backwood rocket yuh
Hella cake in these pockets
Way too poppin
They can't stop this Yuh
7, 8 Things my option
They

did the stars align?
or did you just find me by some chance of fate?
could this be a sign sent from the divine?
it might be a few days late
i saw you

Bills reach to the tree tips
If we do a remix
By then mine might reach to an eclipse
Peep this, I'll be out lurking by the beach
Backwoods packed good

the heavyweight champ
Sitting on the top of ropes wit it
Tryna fight to the top
When Its Dark Out, and it's cold, nigga
I'm making Music to Be Murdered By
And they

[Verse 1]
I don't follow the news
They just add to my blues
Politicians and their big feets
Could never fill my shoes
They don't care, think all well

and when they catch me and beat me,

You only say that's some bad luck,


Fuck it I packed up my car with a drill and a Fanta,

Cause I thought I outta be

You're listening to 107.8
DJ Rikki Rick. And Big Berr
Wassup everybody. It's Big Berr, 107.8
We got Mike-Spazz in the building
Mike-Spazz welcome

think that you be popping
In my town
Where hip hop is dead
And, buried in my ground
Don't frown
Maybe they can give you a minute
But, I do doubt it I'm

could get gone
You better get right or get left don
You better step high or get stepped on
No left eye, no tlc around here just dubz n B
And a man might

great shit
Really, y'all should be honored by my lateness, I've been killin' shit for years

I ain't have nowhere to tape it, nine times out of ten, if

Shit go on and grab a bag
Popcorn loud
Mix it up, or what might you have
It's gone be a bloody scene if you try to rise my mask

Left her wit her head

depressing
Open up your eyes
You'll be surprised what you might let in
The violent and the tragic
Hiding in the static this silent
Enigmatic child had better

It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays

This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off

oh oh (oh oh) oh oh (oh oh)

[Rock] Aiyyo introducin my B-double-O
[Starang] We worldwide mothafuckers, better act like they know
[Rock] All y'all

but I do my thing
I got it covered like it's our chain
Engineer talk might not know wut um sayin
But aye they know I ain't playin
I stay in my lane

5 Minutes of Doom (Comin' from the Legion)

The Almighty RSO

Revenge of Da Badd Boyz the EP

1994

bring this, cause you might face the whole crew
Huh, and we'll be like 20 deep
So that's 20 muthafuckas comin straight from the streets
Nevertheless

My father preached the word of god
But I never heard him
I heard the sermon
But I never reached the verge of discernment
And when they put me in this

a king so I rock these jewels
I'm from the D so I carry this tool
My sister a goddess applying that hex on you
They be so vexed when they see that my neck