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and I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers
No rock'n'roll, it's just soul
Ain't nuttin changed, I still like to hit the hole
with my

bout nothin’

If you talking’ bout money, we can talk bout somethin’

Though you make it look good, I know all ya’ll frontin’

Cause a nigga like me see

They're magic if you need a cure
For lack of sour vomit son, it's not a thing
Everywhere I go
I call to make sure there's a fog machine
Posse up and follow

Number Nine

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

un-gowa we got the power. Ok. Do your thing... Family, do your thing, do your thing, stop.

I put a beetle on his back and take notes. Play a dealt hand.

these operations
This ain't cartel
(We rolling up, we rolling)

If, If you ever need me by your side
(Just say my name, say my name)
I'm not the one for

This Blood's for You

MDC

This Blood's for You [Cassette]

Mary, Mother of God
Ain't this frigging odd?
Our father in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Is it all just a game?

I wanna say this blood's for you
For all

grim then it's repercussions
My money talk I don't need discussions
He on a shit bag we tried to flush him
I'm the one
Serving your cousin
Fuck twelve

Still Standing

Goodie Mob

Still Standing [Clean]

1998

to Milledgeville.
N**** this real, how can you kill another,
When it's your brother?  Still Standing.

I never thought about, talked about what I did.
Just

it before
Move out the way when I'm comin through the door
Me, heavy? As Lyte as a Rock
Guys watch, even some of girls clock
Step back, it ain't

skin getting tanned
It must be the man upstairs
Take it step by step
With each breath that I got left
I'm gone speak

Tomorrow ain't promised
Why dwell

things for years, give me one swing 
And it's out of here, crack! 
Over the fence ladies and gents 
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current

And I fucking hate repeating but ima do this shit
(Get on your Grind shorty k)
Skrrt
Skrtt
Skrrt
It's us it's us

Balmain on my jeans like Michael

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Road to the Riches

1989

left out in the rain
With nothing to gain but teardrop stains
Being haunted by a memory as I think back
The things we used to do and how we used

you know that shit cap
If, that rap shit don't work and it's back to the trap

Don't want your handshakes, I ain't friendly', no daps
All that talkin',

cross me cause I keep a crucifix
Just cause it look good don't mean that it is a good look
But if the ass fat, imma look
I do it my way, no, I don't go by

buy the things i do
Like i don't particularly like wearing jewelry
I just like to partake in the foolery
I rather wear your blood and your teeth

all of the time
I was blinded by the way that you said you thought we had it all
Look at you look at you look at you
Look at you and all the things that

me feedback, I don't need that 
Two trips to Costa Rica, I'll be a week back 
Before you sign a new act, find out if they wack 
Your budget will be

Now I'm the kinda man who never goes to church
And if I'm forced to be honest
Couldn't think of nothing worse
When I passed by the chapel and saw

that's my mama)
Protecting me from things that I couldn't even see (I love you mama)
Despite it all, doing it so gracefully. Thank you Ma for raising me

sinks, it stinks and if it floats your good to go
We're pissed off a lot, and we piss on the floor
I like toilet humor cause it tickles me pink
I fucking

It's gonna take more than money
So come at me right
I ain't your little groupies
Who be
Impressed by your jewelry
Fendi, Prada, Gucci
That ain't nothing

Well, willful waste makes woeful want
My mother's words, they still do haunt
And if you've got it, by God, flaunt it
That's what I love about free

body body, ey!
Snakes hissing in the grass
I don't trust nobody 
Ain't no relation, no
We ain't body body, ey!

If I fumble the bag, it's on my tab
Put