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just hope she don't fall for the game
They burning sage since nip passed
I'm sorry I jus cannot be fake, never burned no sage, so I cannot start today

Well, I woke up this morning
Hungover from the night before
I picked up the paper
And my jaw done hit the floor
There were kids trapped in a fire

Black Market

Brotha Lynch Hung

Best of Black Market

1998

ask for is yo muthafuckin grip in exchange
One to the brain, in the throat out the skull
From the big chrome gat, peeled cap relation, so
Now ya

said I would rap more and I will
Blank page overwhelming before I start writing
I need to find the right flow to air out all the thoughts so the tension

Got your chain jacked twice, homie, what a fall

Statement with a picture on a page, the writing's on the wall
Wonder why your girl hated you, cause you

of the lotus ive got popular motives
Yea swallow explosives
Like bang bang front page of koran
Looking gangly white boy rapper not angry
Pasty ass paster skin

home boys it's supper time

Nothing could be sweeter than the flowers in the meadow
Glowing like a halo in her eyes
Where dreams fall like memories from

turn you to a man
Went from trapping in the streets to getting taxed by Uncle Sam
If a label me up I don't need no advance
Only chance that I take if

that I won't ever fit into the game
I've been swayed by the comments that they leaving on my page
When I should really get a grip and count the checks

Smoke out the bitch like I’m hitting a bong
Bang on my chest, when I leave I am gone
It’s a dark night, fall sleep after dawn
I got my money stack high

But a friendly neighborhood reminder on how to keep that fire
Burning like a kettle pot that's hotter than julyers
They pass me the mic I'm passing out

Ca- ca-
Calling all my boys
Deposit all my coins
Drive up to Illinois
Speakers loud drown out the noise
On the speakers turn it up
Drove by Shane's,

meant for me
He ain't on my level mentally
I ain't worried bout that boy he no enemy
I think making money is my destiny
I feel like Malcolm I get it by

would not give that shit to both your sons and your daughters you gave all that shit to the drugs 
My sister asked why are we by ourselves 
No dad cuz

the beat, ya'll weak
Don't faint. You'll be out for a week
'Cause I hit so hard I'll leave you comatose
Burning tracks like a furnace and it's time to roast

and dying 
You gone put up with me?
But if I fall off today and shit could get ug-a-ly 
Is you gone stress me? 
Or bless me? Put up some bucks for me?
Tough

follow through
With the promises coming out their mouth
Running up their mouth
Shit's gone south
Shit's gone south
The harder they fall the bigger they are

When I'm in the zone I don't need Patrón to kill you
Use it as fuel burning body to bone Tequila
Whilst I chill by my pool in my Remote villa
When

a man ease up fall back
All I wanna do is grab two drinks
Tonight mans out on a good vibe
Why u wanna kill that lowe that king
You ain't gonna boy man off

line
cose on down and curl up by the fire
Coldest day in winter, 10 degrees, you are a liar
Train stops, look on downward from the hills
Looking up, I

There goes Gunboy, being pushed around
By some big boys who act like clowns
He needs new shoes, and so do you
So why'd you think he likes this view

Players in da Atmosphere

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

All we need is a lil' more x and a hotel room and a bag of lite
A greeny is to living life burning by the laughish layers
I know if I plenty these

Watch how it fall from the ceiling to the floor
I got money on my mind a little more in the bank
And I'm self made what the hell did you think
Now I'm

overtime to eat
I was out here missing out on sleep
I was out here getting to the suite life
Know I got my twin in the Codeine
Muddy cup I'm finna fall