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the world leaders sacrificing children in robes
I ain't falling for those Jedi mind tricks
It's on a need to know basis, y'all ain't needing to know
Feel like

piece of shit
Go back to Arby's, that's where you belong, bitch
Send ten shots to me and I'll twenty back
You can't compete with me and that's a fucking

They Would Send You Home 
By Time You Got In The Door 
Hear Mama On The Phone 

Damn... 
Where Did That Love Go 
When We Had Fist Fight 
Even When

Yea.
The Champ is here I'm here to make you pay,
I'm a wash you up and send you on your.
You train all day as the number one,
Your money hand hit

a little liquor and ask God why
Oh, do you know what it feels like to know how you living
It's the only thing you know when it's going to send you to prison

And fishes swimming with the stream
Just where the river flows
A couple’s passing by, they’re talking
Just where their words would go
He sends a kiss down her

on the rise shit
Ry’lea on his fly tip, Real niggas where?
All these niggas in disguise shit
I ain’t playing fair, used to send to hoes X, Os
Attached

the Mexican problem
By tearing their families apart
Put children in prison; let's make an incision
And see if this man has a heart

We know he owes millions

me for
By the time my lip is sore
Not the Film
But the comics gorr
Now I'm gone
Living happy and long
You are gone
Better than chilling sad in a thong

Which John do you want? 
Yeah 
I can play em' both
Say a word, and you'll be gone, yeah 
Send you back to Satan's palace
Right where you belong, yeah

regret it
Don't send me no yellow girls
I read it you said it
Don't send you no yellow girls
But what about white or black
Sixteen and under homie
I know

deniers
Ignorance and liars
 
Where do we go from here
Can someone stop this train
Theres nothing left to say
But we’re the ones...
The ones to blame.

you three
Six feet deep...
Metaphorically, of course, ha!
'Cause I'm not tryna see the boydem force
Over gyal? It's not by force
But know man's still

black 
Nobody safe send some shots where yo
Crew at 
Nigga hush before you meet the steel 
You ain't heard 
Betta chill for I be the reason the coroner

Black Widow

Kool G Rap

The Giancana Story

2002

the phones tapped for info
Tryin' to map the dividend flow, and where the ends go
Checkin' on whose name the Benz go
Who pushes the buttons when Mac-10's

I’m back to that
Send a message might answer back
But it all depends on where is at
Look look
I been running from the thought police
Chained from

trill
Got caught by the flu I been spitting it ill
Not Micro not Soft yet still chasing the Bill

I don't write rhymes no more I write history
Etch my

Where you gonna hide? Who you gonna run to? You do what you got to do to fit in.

I wanna roll with the Devil,
I wanna go where the evil's been,
I wanna

don't sound fluent

this Flannel wearin AGO instrumental
Got me rollin rollin like pachinko
I'm the one directin where the pin go

I made all of y'all I

blend
I'm telling you
In the city bear witness
For real
Survival of the fittest
Ya'll know the deal
Welcome to the city where the cops disappear

throwing fits can't split a plate with her
I can't go on a date with you
Dodging flicks every time she gone' try to take pictures
I could pay your bill or I

we ever going to see peace
Like the great western wind blows, I've felt deep darkness come and go
I've got the heavens above and got hell below, where

ride, get your ass outside where folks don't see things that way
I must admit I haven't been blown away by the things that you say

You're compromised

I've seen your face?
Tell tall tales
'Bout where we've been and where we wanna go
Of how we've grown
But we're the same as we used to be.
It feels so