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people dead in the streets
And y’all just wanna hear that shit that bop your heads to the beat
They say that ignorance is bliss but that don’t settle with

Yo, I know I ain't buggin' and shit
And yo, O, what up?
Strange, my head sound like
Batman just got poisoned or somethin' by his old lady

Operation CB

Kool G Rap

Killer Kuts

1994

the house and had a seat 
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin' toys by my feet 
Smashin' up my ankles with Tonka jeeps 
I wish this little motherfucker'd

Never quit your passion, don't deny what your potential brings
I mean, yeah, I always come correct
My heart up on my sleeve, yeah this S is on my chest

together
Then you put your hands upon my-

I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head
We drive each other

To the black hole I'm marching
I feel empty I'm being used by the system
My head keeps getting mixed up
In the mix up
I've been stuck
For too long can't fix nun

got clipped,
Un yea , Blowing that fifth nigga that's shit,
Chasing that bitch got put inna mix,
Ain't ducking no smoke I stay wit my switch,
Get in

He want smoke, all the members got one in their head
Young nigga like me don't miss it (Ha)
Come get your bitch on my line, she wanna fuck me and all

You know I got all this shit hanging over my head
I built this shit, me brick by brick
And I'll be damn if I let you tear it down just because you

He don't know my dawg, he don't know how we thinkin

Fuck that, SR9 in this SRT
Yella Beezy with the Desert Eagle, thats on me
Cold heart with a barrel

on sight, put the laser to your fitting
When I play it, don't witness them, they get bodied by the fittest

Grizzly with the hands, I try to have me a minute

to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill

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Big Sean

No More Interviews

Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like

on patrol
TDS the crew, media is doomed
Who the fuck are you, I don’t even know the truth
Put a gun to your head and you wanna call truce
It’s a sad story

bitch
Gettin' head like whoo
Your big dreams, I'm just livin' it
I'm front row, you just witnessin'

I'm loved by few, respected by all
Hated by many, but

on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like Dirk
10 racks and you merked
I put that on your head, nigga
First week and you dead, nigga
I

balls
Y'all broke down like the
Shit in your garage
Put the pressure on your shoulder blade
Talk that shit
Show up in a motorcade, fuck that shit
Man

throwing up C's or B's or the X's bitch
I ride with my partners that shit get hectic
You talk bout my goddess you gone get head spilt
And fuck my lil father

(Nod your head to this shit)

"Planet" "Asia" "Was my place of birth"
"Dealin in my cypher
I revolve around science" "Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place

where your feeling attacked 
Watching my shoulders I'm not try'na lack 
I have my own and they hate me for that (I have my own)

Risk taker never know for

the Heimlich
I bet that was over your head like a high kick
We're all hood niggaz but we are not the same
I move my work and put my profits in the stock exchange

she bend over, damn that bitch be thick
She puts her legs up on my shoulders man I love that shit
Now I'm lookin in the mirror when I fuck that bitch

Sit back and them youngins
They gon' swerve

Blow his brain up off his shoulder
Talkin' all this talk
You put his body in a toaster
Bitch, I'm out my

howl in the wind

Talk shit, you gon' end up gettin' blapped mayng
You'd probably like my shit, if you like Trash Gang
But they don't like my shit, I'll