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Yo
Plug Smoak
PLUG....SMOAK
(Doot Doot Doot)
Fake it till you make it sum
We just don't believe in my n****
When you playin by the rules of the Game

Ty! you really got your hand on they neck aye
I be steady running city they can't catch up
Got a lotta intuition keep the balance
Hit the booth don't

Yeah
Thank you for the patience
Never hesitant i think I've said that
But I bet I run it back like a track
bet I'm better then you at your max
You

Togliatti
Burning pot was yellow and
It look like Vanaspati
The Black Hills ammunition hotter than wasabi
I call Black Bannerz and I fly to Abu Dhabi
Scoop me

I crossed the finish line to a slow clap, hey
They applauded coz they knew it was hard
I'm reminiscing like a throwback, ya
Coz its been a long road

supposed to get it
Gotta hit 'em with a little flow, so don't forget it
They'll try to knock you to the ground and try your hand
With lies and bands like

with the Byrdgang know I Fly High
At your girl spot yeah she told me stop by
Already got it I don’t need the Wi-Fi

I already got it don't need the Wi-Fi

Shatterproof

Swollen Members

Lyrics of Fury, Vol. 2

2003

and black panther on the prowl
Watch tower wide eyed owl on patrol
Roll the dice I bet your life you'll be buried alive
Roll the dice I bet your life

"by the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend

us sink to our knees
Pour yourself the hair of the dog
Fill up your black jacks high with grog
Gulp it down lads
CRACK THE HOGS HEAD LETS GET WASTED!!!

Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun

Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck

If money talks I'm going to make it right
Slide two bills put that to the side
You know it's me when I drive by
My bro's like blood, I roll with

feel like rolling with me let me see your hands high
Raise em up just wave them side to side
Wanna show you baby the time of your life
Cause I’m your guy

Lullaby

The Cat Empire

Two Shoes

2005

Puts the drum in the drama
The hand in the clap
She’s a map with no bearings 
Attached, no 
Safety in this match
Fire you can’t catch
Then zap I

Don't be runnin' up, or we gon bun him up
This stupid nigga shootin', never clap
So I stay to myself
Keep my hand right by side the pole
Watch a nigga

on a molly
Roll until the sun come up hands caress yo phat ass butt
Damn I really want this nut, fuck
Are you ready, breathin' heavy
Time movin' slow but you

To stretch out all my cash from Japan down to the motherland
Undercover Brother, make it clap like it’s thunder
Cause I’m black, stacking bundles is

a radioactive dildo
That’s what they call an ill rap these days
I'm cancer, herpes, Satan
And the clap these days
Live by the California code
Crips in the whip

lifespan
You can't scroll over my best grams
Pics dope given heart in hand
Lord knows
Had to let the tidal wave grow
Now your channel is canceled

the only ten I see
With them high cheek bones like you're black and Cherokee
But let me see
You're short and you're fine and of course you're on my mind
Your

mentioned?
False preachers hidden causing all type of dissension
Claiming that they want peace while they’re causing the division
Put your hands in the air if

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let’s Get to work people 
I’m your new captain huh
I go by the name captain tellybillz ha
I will lead this bureau 
Ta 
Great

of the black wand will
Turn you into a rabbit
Hopping around as you panic
Party popper, everybody better scatter
When I bang it
Gun bucks will send your jaw into

through
Your hood with your head in my hands
(Ha ha haha) uh, fair colored tan (Uh)
Free my niggas doin' 20 in
The feds for the yams (Free the homies)
Yeah,