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Walk It, Talk It

David Banner

The Dirtiest Thirstiest

2004

stretchin and yawnin as the sun rise 
Poorin out liquor fo all my soldiers that died 
In these ghetto days, bussin bottles and shoot the bi***es 
Its them

this iron 9
Now your people mourning (morning)
See your soul rising shine (rise and shine)
So nigga rise and shine, I'm in my best day
Never could you

to America let your soul glow
Heard his name on paperwork, that's a no-no
And I'ma call my nigga shhh, cause he for sho blow
And bitch, I can make you fabulous

they bitches had to handle my business
Man I came through with my soul, spitting all through my flow
I was selling packs for Efour I was only 15 years

Wondrous Love Of God -  Hymns Written by Otoabasi Gabriel


Verse One:

What manner of man
Is the savior my king
Who gave His life for me
Once alive

I love that you have left
Now I'm feeling right
I feel the money fill my pocket
It will be gone by tonight
I love that you have left
Now I'm feeling

Ghosts

The Presets

Ghosts

2012

troubled by gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Ghosts in heaven
Oooo ooo oooooo oooo

Far below the shiniest stars, shiniest stars won't shine for ever
Take your soul

time we paint the cement
Beat the road down, my paper route was real scenic
Big moves silent, but the Za keep screamin'
I ain't been inspired by the shit

This is how I'm giving back to all those who done had my back
Yeah, during times when I would lack and blurry skies my mind went black
Yeah, for them

jack, nigga I'ma flip him
Gotta kill a nigga since that
Boy play wit' nia 'nem (woah)
I put that on my children real quick
I'll take a fuck nigga soul

the shelf past the test only puff grade A

Gotta go gotta go with rolls and the punches
Hit the store, 4 for 4, telling Jojo imma punch in
It's my soul weight

Black Sleeping Beauty

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

helmet, a purple robe clothed with the velvet
Pullin' my diamond sword through ya pelvis, collar shinin like Elvis
Studied clubs, a golden club, roll out

Still Real

Fat Joe

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)

2001

motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow

more Batimore Charli
Marley Marl'n she call me Big Daddy Kane I'm sayin
My Soul of Mischief all over tryna be DJ MuggeRudd Casanova
Furious Fab Five

Bins
Of joyous hymns, who's chorus sings
"Please lord please hold me close 'n cleanse"
I'm the type, that be praying for my foes 'n friends
Ion type what

City Streets

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

shootin' craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
I'm kissin' on the dice

We can get down, we can we can get down (x8)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (x4)
Check it!

I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe

Nigga we be the shit
You never slang like 40
You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit
I will eat your soul
My pieces glow cause they freezin'
These hoes is Keshia

road
I know that shit
Would damage my soul
For real
I'd put it on joe mama
Niggas is ready to do all this shit
But ain't ready for this karma
Walking in

of creature
 
What  kind of creature am I
Looking to lie 
No truth in my eyes
Until the day I chose to survive 
What a surprise
I got joy by side 
Now what

betting

You lack talent, tryna stick to that trap shit 

On my way to the green, I'll be glad to Hulk Smash it

Fat Joe, Remy Ma when I'm Rapping 

Cause

grinding uno
They know that I rap fake love that's a no
I'm sticking to my grind that's always the code
The reason why I'm not your average Joe
If I got you

that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have

They think we're playing games
Tying up broken chains
As we try and forget our names
Committing the highest sin
As we sing the devil's hymn
Oh my