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Don't you ask me because you already know why
I keep it fresh to death. Although I still do my same Dirty Works
Which means to get to you I'll use any

em around
Ion be living by them rules that they be tryna put on us
All them clothes that you threw in the trash that look good on us
Don't you ever let

fit
Work them kis like it's Bow-Flex
On a stairmaster tryna climb
We need progress
Old lady screamin' somethin' comin'
She see more death
My brother's

through phases, don't tell me 'bout changes
That's how it works
I'm digital blazing, my music be wavy with no airplay
I'm networking like 24/7, nigga that's

the bank, moving at hyperspeed
Putting in the work for the M's, but it seems
Zero, zero, zero only thing that I see
Rent come due, now due, past due
Fast

How Many

Zion I

Mind over Matter

2000

many times
how many times
yo
how many rhymes would it take
just for you to relate
and understand that we're livin in a police state
how many a pretty

You ever had a dream
Where you were the king
Would you pursue it by any means
Even if something is holding you back
Let me tell you about that
Yeah

or worse, rich or poor, ‘til death do us part
You got everything I want and I knew that from the start
We got paintings in the house but you’re my favorite

a whole lot like the great steed that a saddle on
Woah
All the birds started to feast
There's a target on the mark of the beast
And no prisoner can barter

Diamond, my ring, the lick of death
She on my radar, I need that flank
Candler road, we in a tank
We boss it up, we stealin' your rank
Like Jack Sparrow, I'm

Hmm hmm
Yeah
Uh huh
Shit here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Man I'm trying to chill

Stuck at work trying chill
Maybe play the field

killed
Sixteen blunts and 25 bursts
Drive-by shooting I put in work
I have sixteen chicks suck sixteen dicks
LARS on tour from the motel 6 high off Acid

like that, just type bad
The phone works both ways, but I don't ever write back
It's just a product of OCD, hope they know it's me
I lace my truest

I've made a study of how you move in time 
But research by itself just will not satisfy 
What we will do you won't believe your eyes! 

All of these

I carry the torch for my country feel it whenever it's sunny I swear that it's stunning and I don't feel like running I'm standing next to death maybe

As to project a wisdom of seriousness and credibility that these simulations are not so false
But truer as life itself would be, were these events experienced by

that work like savion
Came with sticks like handy
Shots running like bambi
Got my niggas out the jammie
Only get chickens by the family
Fresh out that

misty
The bacon's getting crispy and the coffee's been on for an hour
Get your ass up get in the shower
Because we got work to do and that's cool
That's

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
I try
To get along and it don't work
I love to hurt

and
Me, it's that I be talking 'bout work I really put in
2 albums, 4 covers, 2 songs in less than half a year
Sounds like really you's just mad I'm

Last Man Standing

Mr. Capone-E

Cholo Super Mix [Bonus DVD]

2004

That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you

poor atonement
hopin' the thought that there isn't really more condones it
but don't it ever seem strange and deranged to see art work with no author's

on the ridge
Death will stand grieving in that field of war
Since your unvanguished hardihood is spent
And through some mooned Valhalla there shall pass

you decide to say it
And fall quiet for a moment; they won't care who you are
And you're haunted by who you were
Finally on my first body of work
I hurt