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"Aye, you right homie
Matter fact I'm 'bout to blaze, take this plate
This chick by the bank say she need a slice homie
Have her take your number, tell

watching clocks tick by
Your eyes glued to the phone, so I let out a sigh
And your words mean nothing at this point, I know you tried
But you couldn't let go

the time I opened
The bedroom door crack?
And saw my daddy smoking more crack?
No food in my house
We just couldn't afford that
Momma drinking, sleeping

on foot
By the lack of wheels
We aim to keep it real and
Hell no we ain't never missing
Came a long way from eating
When government gave permission
If you

When she tells him
How she feels
He knocks her down a peg

He then says
"Your feelings ain't real"
But by now, she couldn't give a shit

She just

Forever and Always

Mop & Drop Outs

Foundation

2009

Fuck 'em! Yeah
This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez
I'mma tell you this
(Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely)
I'm still

niggas
Now a days i be confused cause I can't tell the difference
I was down to my last i couldn't get nothing from home
Niggas say they yo niggas but

Yeah, we love it when he smile
But hate it when he frown
I remember when that girl turned
His world upside down
But it made his music better
Brought

at Darlington.
How in the world could a nine-year-old child
hit 197 in a time trial?
The man said Momma ought to be ashamed...
"but by the way son, tell us what's

You should check my life-style
This shit quite wild
All them M's she gone bite down
Mama knew I was a bright child
I was selling candy in school I

first creations surely took imagination
Just not yours is what I'm saying tell me
Who's Link's inspiration?
I made dreams into scenes you're
Lucky to be

The stale took my sweater and my cell so cold
Tell the devil it's whatever
Couldn't sell my soul
Thought I was going home but
I caught another case

time to shine, with all 'em years gone by
It's your time to rhyme, experience divine
Ensure you're heard now, don't you act like a mime
Lost as a child

All Alone

Haystak

Return of the Mak Million

2002

probably me

I remember December middle of a bitter winter
Ass on the trunk feet swinging by the fender
Arguing with you in the freezing cold
I was wrong you