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taught me to not pick up a knife unless Imma do it
That one time didn't count
It was dull
When I was younger my boy called me nick the bull
I'll run at you

you fuckin' around
I'm that new-school sound with
The old-school voice
Vicious by choice, murder you
Then come for your boys
My mentality, but I reverse

My mouth no fit talk
For this music biz I no fit give up
That na why I steady dey look up to God O
To God O for even if e dey dark
Baba God go show me

[maestro fresh wes]
My poetry is black like jesus
You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes
Past all you niggas with your silly

You know I'm on that
So why don’t I start by telling
You what was in my contract
Make the type of music that I want (Check)
Work with whoever the hell I

Poisoned Fetus

Culture VI

Elite

2004

smoked weed to get rid of the thoughts
Blinded by love the little girls' vision was lost
The weed lead to crack crack lead to needles
Needles lead

Imma step for my gang no matter the cost
It's fuck what you thought
Fine line in between the right and the wrong
Imma show you the sauce
Keep a tight

up
A lot of people hated on me
Its time to run it up
I might grab the boys maybe hit casino
Maybe take a shopping trip
Maybe Valentino
Maybe hit you in

lookin' fly
She was doing some lines, seen him cuz his jewelry was ice
She said, "Boy, you getting guap, I can tell that ya ball
Far as birds, you got

don't follow code so B
Stay all by his lonely
You phony don't get too close to me 
Exactly how it is
Let me give you the biz
Niggas run off on the plug,

I held the mic knew it was a wrap
Ever since my mind been on the biz
Am so lowkey when I reminisce
Said her name was Alicia and she like to play

Karen
I wanna see the manager please
Sitting with ma crew minding my biz
Along comes a chick with a face like a fish
Hair bobbed in, paid by her

To the two, to the three, and four

Ημιανάς, προσοχή, daily command
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tryna make it love
I'm just tryna cut i'm just keepin it real

You the hottest in the game
Baddest in the biz got 'em by land slide
It don't matter who

don't buss, boy; you doin' dishes
You are just a hater and a fuckboy, you move suspicious
Use the same pen to write the hit list that I write these hits

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the product
Thats created by the ego
Cus a nigga saw your vevo
And complimented your stilo
Any name I shatter
Boy these flows cut like a dagger
I can get up

to all real niggas
Handle ya biz
I learned from the OGz
That's how it is
Rule number 1
Thats loyalty
2 Get ya money
So ya family
Won't need for shit
3 Keep

nature yeah you know the biz’
Ring on your finger get rid of it
Bula boy here but I need a crash course waist beads what I’m dealing with
Not tryna catch

Round Here

T

Naive

2002

What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, whatever
We

I wake up every morning and I go to work by nine
When my friends ask me how I've been, I tell them I've been fine
I don't say how I miss you and how

at vidya games
Somethin' I'm moderately ashamed
Silly boy humor paralleled by nicks
Somethin' we say to get our kicks
Habit put to bed 6 ft under
My

Behold a Pale Horse

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

on point cause we movin off course
I'm checkin for you and yours
It's hittin worldwide
We gotta maximize by eliminatin lies

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Old Tommy Boy

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