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shit all day
Y'all must hate that shit, I do this shit everyday
Y'all must hate that shit, got me a house by the bay
Y'all must hate that shit, me

Shorty face down, ain't no wrestle
Smokin' on Mango, no hassle
Stuck in my time like a capsule
Runnin' it up like I'm, Capo
Remember I didn't first rap,

to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he

know
Domination nation I'm breaking it down slow
I'm ridiculous with spitting they call
Me the spit baller
I spit shit that will stick in
Your t shirt

that shit

We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips

Honestly, that shit propels me like copters in motion
I'm hittin' points on the come-up
Bouncing back like Pokémon with a potion
They want me down in a hole,

Now They Don't Ask

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

[Chorus x2]

[Royal T]
Six in the morning, haters at my door
Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor
Out my back window, I made my escape
Haters know

Now They Don't Ask

Lil Rob

Instrumentals

2005

[Chorus x2]

[Royal T]
Six in the morning, haters at my door
Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor
Out my back window, I made my escape
Haters know

Mama's weepin
Drunk fathers
Kickin', beatin',
ambulance
In the streets at 3AM
Every weekend

Ghetto insomnia

At 14 years old
The child made a decision

here by yourself (and I see your out here by yourself)
So tell me what you're tryna do

String attachments, we won't have no string attachments
I'll

Two doors open thats my introduction
On my left and my right stand my guards at attention
As I walk slow and steady past the faces of the mighty
I

All I want is my respect
Honesty my garment
2pac of this generation
Innovating novice
My art top Three inspirations
Under oath driving it
Past the 11

brings
Your voice is right there
And you lead me to better things

I know we're meant to be together

Isn't it dope how you mail all
Of your own merch by

Reunite for the Night

Dizzy Wright

State of Mind

2014

the tripping at the door with the next-door neighbors
Football without the gear on, Hennessy damn near gone and that explains it all
You better calm down

Back to the days where a single deck would amaze
Ooo they calling me on stage
My life's a movie... 3-2-1
They call action
On set surrounded by

all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feelin'

had arrived
Without Facebook I still go live
Three, two, one pull gun gimmie keys to the ride
You speak up get beat up
Drain blood by the liter
I'm

three wings, when you said you wanted two thighs
People sayin, your rhymes are so cold T
I jump across themes, from feet to poultry
Juxtaposed, is a way

don't ask me if I feel niggas
I wrote this one for the streets, mail it to all my real niggas
And we do pop ups at niggas door, leave em dead at their

And I just might make a movie
Put her face down ass up right leg up fuck around hit the toosie
For a rack wanna see what she do like damn fuck it I feel

To stretch out all my cash from Japan down to the motherland
Undercover Brother, make it clap like it’s thunder
Cause I’m black, stacking bundles is

know I ain't doing this in vain
I'm so tired of staying quiet letting time go down the drain

-Verse 3-
So tired every time I show forgiveness to my

tick tac's, & call all of my boys out the door
I told the dude that all the games it was digital, driven by cynical, went out for more

Collagen mixing

Take a look inside my mental/instrumentals playin over and over /
It's like a playback of the future witness this jehovah/
Knocking atcha door with