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Through all of the doubt and the I don't knows
Through the band breaking up
Through me almost giving up
And the highs and the lows, though
More lows than

ya bitch do what I'm sayin
Head first then I'm telling my mans
Had to stay down and come up with a plan
See that shit through bet you run up some bands

car
Snaked by my brother
He dead wrong
Cause some of my day 1's
The dead ones
If my brother need me
Then I'm there for em
We got the shit locked like

Judgement Day

Esham

Judgement Day, Vol. 2

1992

the flatlines, we're runnin outta time
Dead by day is what I said sometimes though
I'd rather be dead is what I said so take it slow
Time to pay back, so hit

shoulda stayed at home
One band, on my kicks
Twist on top my mid Dunks
I'm on my Corona shit
I hit you with a fist bump
Black and yellow Off White hoodie

the day when we was young, we was really at it
Gotta go get it by any means sleeping on the pallet 
13 when Ray first showed me his lil automatic 
Knew that

way that I deal the cards
In the foreign Im whipping it
Whipping it like my pyrex
Look at us we're so binding
Blinded by the diamonds
Big wap on my

and the paper ink I'm placin
I put my written statement down on file
I wanted to but I could not show smile
First time a company had my back
Meredith sent home

all existence
But lost when I had my chance my sword
My repentance protecting my captain's dream
Is better than my ambition
First mate of my band

Ain't No Love

Big Syke

Presents: Kalifornias Most Wanted

2003

a softy,
After livin' so lofty
It cost me my soul outta control in a devil's world
Me my niggas and my girl,
It ain't no love

[Chorus til fade]

to your town and I cop it by the pound
This a desert eagle you don't wanna hear the sound
I'm the king need my crown
And I don't fuck with clowns

This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all

It was his first time, backpack on his back
Walking through the double doors Black hat on his cap
Eyes deep below the brim with grim look on face

Yo, ayo by blood is hazey, smokey gaze
Glazed in ways, dilates cook-up my hybrid
I've witnessed every act of violence
Silence is isolated; I'm in

hurts
From your fishnets up to your skirt
I was too shy, you made it work
I wanted to die, you spoke to me first
Others stood by, my face in the dirt
You

don’t even gotta reload
Hit up my vato he be servin by the kilo
Drugs got me gone off a trip
I need my a lyft
I’m high then a bitch
Yeah I just move in

drive"
I just wonder
What cost
To get the baddest
Of them all
Do I sale my
Soul just to have
A pitfall
If I make
100 bands
Can I have a withdrawal
I just

Murder MC's [B Side Vocals]

Black Moon

Diggin' In Dah Vaults

1996

must flee
And ain't no room for the weak fuck the weak
They get bucked down by my Boot Camp murder fleet
We come through, representin' on the regular

in blue throw on they flashing lights
By now I'm dead weight, i can't keep my head straight 
I stop the car, but nobody a approaches, this the end

rag
Fuck 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence
The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "Love Violence"
This ain't life, bitch, it's real life,

Trapped

Buckshot

The BDI Thug [Expanded]

1999

the brother to attack, I tried to speak
I tried to talk, but my voice is gone
I feel like I'm on the other side, word is bond
But he ease up and tell me

They can take they opinions and shove em up their asshole
This is what I been spitting since I first began
Yeah I've been known to say shit way outta

ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit

going ham,
Pop up at a show And get the bands,
At ya neck like a swollen gland,
Off white and Checks I’m the Nike man

Time to get this party started
Jump