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door to door cuz They thought I was that bad
(Can’t do you cuz I gotta do me
Can’t be you cuz I gotta me be me
Can’t do you cuz I gotta do me
Listen

be myself

I ain't wanna be like them
I had to do shit differently
Make sure that its facts if you speak out or you mention me
Taking off like teslas

was over
Cracking the safes, deposits everyday
Swift like flash, better think before you blink (Flash)
Moving like Barack with the presidential tints

em'
Started four but now you gone but bra I still love ya
Thought I was Tyreek I was trying to go beyond the hill for ya'
Trap house Swift had a mac

around 2
It can be the PM
it can be the AM
It can be whatever the hell u wan do
But I don't play I'm honored 
If it's on my mind
Then It's a wrap I'm tryna

No More Pain

2Pac

All Eyez on Me

1996

wanna do?
Last year we was lettin these niggas kick up dust
This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust
Thug Life, nigga, Westside

me cry
So I'll just turn and walk away
We had a good run but you know now is the time to let it go
I hope your hear will always stay here with the one

at heart and always free for you
We had a falling out for some time
But no girl stays away from Adam Blad for long
I find myself back in the backseat of your

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instrumentals
My niggas going mental
Every time I spit
Ain't got time for the shit you be spreading bout your clique
Just tryna put down these lyrics
And trying

title, cause niggas was like
"yo yo, I ain't feeling yo' shit"
And I had to beat they ass with Tae Bo
You read somewhere that I was wack?
Must have been

want the nogin no bullshit
And it's time to cut out on the foolishness
Stay in yo lane cuz you got nun to do with this
Imma just blast off
Imma spin

Rich 100, show em how you do it
80's 20, not for real
Too much of a bullshit, you're not
Niggas treat you different when you out here havin' much

living all the lyrics they lie about
I ain't on the scene, I'm inside a house
Whippin' white bitches, up in high amounts
Now the plot thickens. Getting

a scale on the table, put the grams on it
Iont flex but I'm finna up the bands on em
I'm really in my own lane, so you should stay in yours
I do this shit

draw blank
So pause
Wither me down to size
I sensed it all
And do you really see
To call a spade a spade
Had a different vision for I made it getting

That's my spirit
Stay prayed up, don't need no witness (hA yeahh...)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

(I told you I was Icy, but

Verses From the Abstract

A Tribe Called Quest

The Low End Theory

1991

just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics
Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit
If you can't hear

To the principal
Might get expelled from existence though
Wish we all had private jets to see how swift it go
Could be miserable in every time zone
Better stay in my

out of ink, I just don't know what to think no more
Every lyric is a remedy and writers block is the enemy
So what do I do, where the hell do I run to,

is no way)
That I can go on without you baby

Yeah, history in the makin, do or die
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Me and do or die got maneuvers
Cold

the destruction
Who the fuck y'all thinking y'all playing with
A nigga to slick and to damn swift
I ain't a killer but could leave you stiff
I don't do cigarettes

Liz Taylor, the way that most of y'all are dead late on me (late)
Lost thirty pounds but I still had dead weight on me
Press play on me, you'll hear

selling cap, that boy ain't selling shit
Ay, she gon fuck me today,
Last night she told you she was celibate
(Ugh) Bitch we loaded up, yeah we got hella