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fuck up your high
It's a big world the bigger your dream
The bigger you're livin' it
It's all in your mind
Don't let nobody fuck up your high

Father, I

sweepers will come through and clean your house up
Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
My south niggas call it [?], you know
We put money

diamonds it's for ransom
Might go and cop me a lil mansion Used to be broke this a rich nigga anthem
Hand aim out for these niggas I bought it might put

inside you fucking scary
Two beanies
I'm off two beanies
For your obituary
I got two suits
Don't piss me off
And end up Jason Terry
South side nigga
Ima

Battle Field

Block

Welcome to the Zoo [Clean]

2007

Got Blood On Our Hands Block Boys
I Done Lost A Couple Brothas Mang
You Watchin Movies Thinking You Scarface Or Pablo
Put It On Your Cd And Count Your

holdin' clippers
Slip and clip your flat-top to Caesar
Ease your ego, I go toe to toe
Throw my voice like I throw my yo-yo
And ho ho ho, on the mic is

these voices in my head telling me that you lying, aye
I'm overthinking lemme put down this wine
Aye she my anesthesia
Told lil shawty that I love her,

a leap of faith
Parallel to the sky
I had an outstanding time
Regroup and stay

Open up your eyes
Put your hand in mine
Take a leap of faith

Open up your

the super weight
Escape from Metropolis my plan for the ace of spades
Since a nearly age I've controlled that reckless rage
Put it in cyphers no survivors

the lane
Said old Mrs. rabbit one morning
Toddle back home again
Mind Mr. McGregor
Mind him
Pass his garden by
Remember the end of your father
They put him

'm hands on like I'm boxin'
Pull up in that drop-in, ain't no talkin', hop in
What's your other option? That don't even stop shit
I be on some hot shit, I

at helicopters (brrt), monsters (brrt)
We pull up with sticks and hella choppers (bah), 'oppas (bah)
We don't fuck with niggas, they the cops (cops, bitch)
I

Take Em to Church

Cam'ron

Purple Haze

him back?

Give me the mac, let me welcome with that
Tell Mr. Rogers, I leave his brains on the trolley track
Now prolly that

Listen, ya'll stop

I like to keep a blade
Put em in they grave
Fight a team of titans like my new name slade

No Krillin but destructo disk
I got the heat in my hand

One, two three, ha!
If you shape up your head by morning
And your momma stops giving me shit
I’ll have a groove for you by the evenin’
‘Cause

the lease up!

[Verse]
I cook your noodle 
Spaghetti 
get ready for war
I put your head on the wall
Guess whos back?!
Just like Jack
I got a Axe with my head

up D?
Dexter ah yeah, ah-why?

Diamonds go live like Periscope
Fuck your lil bitch she a silly ho
Put this dick right in her little throat
Red in my

Education

RZA

The Genuine Article

2001

gauges?"
Intense like a New York riot, she stood quiet
And said, "Mr. Diggs, may I please speak to you in private?"

[Chorus]

[Remedy]
"Put away your

only knocked off a dread
Ask for a hand my nigga I gave a arm and leg
Fuck making your bed you making your grave
You see me in public better behave
You

smoke so hoe
Please don't try to come around me ian shaking hand no more
Sliding thru the traffic lil bro riding so i call him swervo
Bitch don't fuck

ready boy?
Just give you a taste, wanna leave your things out
So you'll always stay hungry, baby waiting for me
Not gonna just give it up, but I'll let

you need
Crawling on me
Like centipede
Boy back up let me see let me see
I clap on the beat
They go put am on go put am on repeat
Oh
I don't know

a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge

I'm gonna make it by any

just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up

By the time you hear this one