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had that rod tucked
Taylor street by the tunnel after whipping hard up
All the way to N O with killers throwing their wards up
Bitch I’m a knight in

que c'est la street
Jacques a dit si tu m'suceras la bite
Que j's'rai le roi d'la street
I have a dream, comme Martin Luther
I'm the king, donc faut pas

the bullshit goes
My guns must be gay how they be blowin' n shit
We don't discriminate, as long as you got loans to split (yeah)
Meet my lil bredren,

So Much Drama

Magic

Ghetto Organized

1998

the casualties got us caught up in the game

I'm surrounded by so much drama, every day I visualize
Walk the streets wondering I'mma die or stay alive
I could

broads half of the time
It be the hate to make these
Niggas think they can try ya
Till they see you bout your gangsta
Now they ass scared to get by ya

drained by a syringe
Their judgments make me cringe 
They pushing me over the edge 
Where the fuck was anybody when they stomped me in the streets
Where

From the moment we kissed and held hands,
Danced to slow jams, made permanent plans
Shared dreams and seasons
And explained similar reasons
From walking

even know
But I got some soul
And a heart of gold
Okay these streets all paved with fluid colored rose
And seeking out your exit is your one and only

dreams
Of having white credit
After this trip n after this flip
That bitch get whatever she wish
I made Aladdin
I am the game genie
Cant retire yet

Niggas raised from the streets of North Carolina
Now im white boy living in the town of Dishonor
My mama never let me chase my real dreams
Had to be

we gonna be alright
Sitting down in his chair I could smell the smoke in the air
Fire burning tires turning down the street I thought it was all so

They’re feet smell like sh** in a trash can
I hate to see the moms crying in the streets like a n**** just missed pay
Want you gone but beg you to stay
You

War erupts again, in the Middle East,
Never seems to end, violence in the streets,
Smell the stench of death, vultures feast.
Destruction will

the heart

Slim Spigga n fat joe, all set let's go let's go
the meaning of this song
I think everybody should know
my style is like no other
when I speak it's

the girls sexual
Thinking with my testicles cuz I'm a basic Hetero
See
I got normal people dreams
But everything really isn't quite what It Seems
Cuz

nahi

Chorunga nahi kabhi aim ko, khara hu street pe jaise main Bandzo
Mera to flow chalay jaise guns 100, likhu main bars to dikhe ye Jengo

Waise

to time align immortal sights 

If I die you’ll never see me leaving 

Your reflection is your perception 

I swerve depression by learning lessons

Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind

Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind

money swollen thumbs
I want all my pockets throwing up,
Then I gotta (Got to) grab a lot of guns
Sad we made it from the streets for real,
Flamed ya

Whose running it back to the front
Got another hot track
With a beat that claps back stat
While I rap running laps
If this mouth was a gun
It would be

to the bands (Get to the bands yeah)
Sleep go ahead and take a peek (Yeah)
I've been wanted since a G (Yeah)
In the streets got fear yeah yeah

Ever since I was

Search n destroy
But they dont know me
We know them boys that flipping them packs
And stacking the green
And they know I gotta get it
Cause we in

gave us hope
Forty

Lyrical Evangelist, y'all think we just some rappers
I just had a dream the other day I was a pastor
That's why we preaching