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because I nicked his bag…life’s not fair but we all live here it’s the kind of power I have. I’m speaking metaphorically of the shit I did historically. I’m

a player-ass example
Show that boy how cool his daddy is
Bitches call me daddy too, but she not my kid
She call you about the phone bill, buy her a new fridge

Get high cause you was smoking me out
When it was hard to get by
I can't even lie
This shit hit me kind of hard
When you lose a real friend
It's kinda

The Headcracker

Double XX Posse

Put Ya Boots On

1992

there in pain and more quiet than a church mouse
With speed knots growin on my head like rocks
And then they finally told me I was there for a robbery

up and she talk to me nicely because I call her fine
Yeah and all this money I made nobody ain't give me shit not even a dime
I'm a speak my mind, came

happy and their no one else I want
It's just that, my past been a whole lot crazy, real talk

I know, I know
You never been in love, never felt love

line
Family can love you and hate you at the same time
Lovers and haters are like two of the same kind
Both of them feelings can make you do the same

Like bitch you ain't my kind now
That shit they said gone catch up with them
Though that I wouldn't find out
More the type to penetrate the game and make

love me, he in love with my faith
Love my resilience, he say that it's faith
Solid, no folding, he know i won't break
Getting too comfy will be his

Smoke Somethin'

Gangsta Pat

Tear Yo Club Down

1999

Fire it up (Fire it up)
Fire it up (Fire it up)

[Verse 1]
I'm in the club hangin' with my thugs
We in the back blowin' bud cause it's all love
We got

You all beefing over a silly plan
Is it a plan or was already by the system planned - end
Yo, open your eyes is money & happiness even related?
Trust

My mind on some other shit
I can't hang around with you undercover fags
About to drop another hit
I ain't trying to talk
Put the money in the bag

stuck
Blame man, their kind
For the absence of, absent love
Pray for forgiveness, son
And I'll forgive my son
Until you come, you'll be in a loop till

bottle after bottle of bub
We get groupie love
Them coops is us
Them thugs in the group wit us
Dilly bitch my obsessions with lethal weapons
Has got me

whatcha get
No limitations
I don't laugh at jokes unless they're funny
I got my own style and got my own money
I got this look that they all chasin'
But

it down
I'm bringing love & the real brothers holding it down
Illuminati on my heels because I've spoken the sound


You see cancer the answer life's

Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I

at the end of some rain 
And folks won’t always show you love though you give em the same 
I live by some advice from thorough niggas only 
Other day one nigga

And they worship him like he's some kind of angel that tries
To fill their lives with the happiness by blinking his evil eyes
Now poverty's becoming more

done
I did all on my own, got no one that I owe
You’s a clone of a clone, standing in a row
Waiting for the label to pay you mothafuckas in a favor
For

look at my money, i love it when it splice 
the truth is i love it when i see you cry! 

OK OK OK OK OK 
LOOK 
ROLLING WITH ALL OF MY G's AND WE PUSHIN

Black Market

Brotha Lynch Hung

Best of Black Market

1998

and raised
And doomed for life, nigga this ain't no daylight
I love it, murderin muthafuckas in the night
Deuced up ready to make his mark a underground

pretty lady with a sad self pity, felt silly
King Kong all rubbing my chest
The fabric soft as can be, message clearly expressed; spread
Peace and Love

now
You was locked down but you said you in control now
Ya parents don't know but they don't got to know now
You getting money, and you known by