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rather the latter
Music to be murdered by
Eminem latest shit on
Note to self
Set the equalizer
Or you Jason Bourne
Blew your eardrum out
So you thought I

I'm high
Man my eyes are blood shot
Spiting on this mic lyrical gunshots
I need a dumb thot
To take all my cumshots
E-Barr very savage like
Not your

ronca cien de cien,
Los ponemos a dormir shhhhh


Jump on every single beat 
Ill beat, you in, 
Your sleep, huh


Poco a poco,
No,
Me llevo tosco 


Fuck,

Hope ya listening
If you not I'm still praying with the A and E
Not trying to be on the First 48 on A&E
Cover all my bases my basic plans backed with

real, when you real it shows
Taking shot after shot, I feel like Harden in here
You better watch what you say I'll beg your pardon in here
Shots

Simon Says (Street Games)

Royce Da 5'9"

Hood Radio, Vol. 2: Mixed by DJ Sickamore

2005

Mafia ties
We pop up by surprise like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+
And I'm about to draw the line nigga, talk to your soldiers
Cross me, you try to knock

Woke up chose violence
I been feeling violent
Boostin up the murder rate
Niggas getting silenced
All these tracks past
Violated by your highness

stats
Now we chasin' 'em 'till they got spasms
Step by step we growin' so fast
Stacks on deck I got thousands so far
War is not finished yet your sounds

ladies, be wild, freestyle crazy
Throw down your Barbies, for a Monster Jam party

They always sayin watch out to the girls
Gotta fit in a thin dress,

body
My body drives my soul
I wish I was just a body
Than a body held captive by its own soul

I see you playing with a kangaroo in the sunset
In your

Mr. Transaction Engineer straight LIT home, S/O to the families T.E set financial free, whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe it can

in the net be like Kobe not Stephen
Calling the game but we ain't no refs
Watching em dropping em out of they breath
Mr. G cooking, creating some

Here We Go Again

Poor Righteous Teachers

Righteous Groove's

1999

And we always was
I am a danger
I gotcha head banger
Lyrically I'll hang ya'
Because I'm ten times tough
Yet I'm your teacher
So I choose to teach ya'
This

to start venting
Cash in the net be like Kobe not Stephen
Calling the game but we ain't no refs
Watching em dropping em out of they breath
Mr. G cooking,

Yo! I'm be giving a whipping that’s ripping the skin off your ass 
Like Buffalo Bill said, "lotion in the basket"
Your features are so ugly, so you

State to State

Outsidaz

The Bricks

2001

pushin' up lookin' rough
Next thing you know D.U. is squishin' guts
Then by next Friday, I'll have you on the runway
Still eat the crumb cake on any

Can I Get Some

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

got lost and tossed by the source
'cause I pay the cost to be the boss
You get flagged like Betty Ross and the Spangled Banner
Slammin shit more harder

miss how it feels to be sick and your momma ain't got shit
Everybody passing by thinking that we are alright, but we are hungry, not a slice we could

keep that O.Z
It's that kid Toast, that T.O.K. to the E
And I be representin' for that central H.B
I'm makin' it pop, your chin could probably get rocked

be cooking, he's an old school soldier
Use to send me to the corner store, back and forth for baking soda
One day this nigga came over, Texas plates

just book me a flight I might be there by tonight
I might just turn up for the prize I might I might
I might change my name to Rugrat I chuck e (Chuckie)

dot, I told em wait, I'm on the route

Be like Talkin', I said shut up, just put dick in your mouth
Fourfeezy, I make it look easy, told em just get it

kinda little
I'll take a handful if you please
Yo, everyone loves 'em
From animatronics from outer space
Can't get enough of them
I'll empty a bag right

to play these niggas pussies they be in the way
You fuck with him then you fuck with me My nigga that'll be your early grave
Nigga's start shit then act