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from the East West side fuck it I'm from the North
Gomora sbal' where the thugs never get caught
And I'd like to have a picnic in a cute place like

sleep, live and breathe this, just so you know my type
For life, a west side nigga on the south side
And got to survive and time still going by
Going by

away the pain, so let the stain soak
Who's in the wave? I dids fingertips
carry language computer, Ray had Dad removed
Swimsuits with green bags
I'm

the truth from your lies
Control is fear in disguise
I'm not one to exchange health for wealth
Then buy back time before they die

Parliament

language
Telepathically translated
You get it straight through
You layman, I'm definin' the scientist
By spellin' my pseudonym in
The planet's alignment ship

Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm

since when would you care about anything we say
You hit me up 2am I'm in bed
You thinking about the convo and shit I once said 
I hit decline, close

could took a try
And kiss that ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga
Head blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong Nigga

[T.L.T

Always rolling up, Never running low
Bitch we never running low
Bitch Im a Backwood smoking
Real west coasting
Put a 4 in a deuce
Thats my beast mode

thumbed an easy ride out on the road that heads due west 
To where the main line runs and if we're lucky we'll invest
 
In a freight train from Kyogle, here

Nat Turner don't wanna be a crack earner
Godbody, historical fat learner
House niggas, Uncle Tom janitors
I'm in the lab with the
Pen like Ben Banneker

drive-by when it's beef
Like a skirt steak
Grilled in my palm like it's Earth Day
I need a Barrymore 50 First Dates
Do a bitch wrong, she gon' know it all

Paradise Lost

Swollen Members

Lyrics of Fury, Vol. 2

2003

[Brady]
Scared I'm gonna trip my fingers
These fingers stuck in your third eye
As I gotcha paralyzed your heart venture
Bad tidings residing in

could I be so vile

I let "the wonder" underfoot
And runned to her in tears
A being so strong and precious
Being fragile, woke my fears

" Im really sorry

thanks mum
I'd make sure my family is all good
With cars for the mandem
In the palm of our hands
It's just part of the plan
What's this? We're moving up

Untitled Track

S.L.A.B.

The Anthem

2005

I ain't cuffing no hoes, I'm married to the streets
Ain't no time to get mad, plus your bitch chose me
She recognize the game, plus the G in me

Never Had Love

Z-Ro

Meth

2011

marry myself

I'm laughing at y'all bitch niggas, like ah-ha
Mad at me, 'cause I'm in a Bentley when I slide by
Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacob, Gucci

hear us
Cause we crazy fried
Jeez I'm baked and high
Watch me as I taste the sky
Got two joints in my ears but we ain't no fake sublime
Got my homies

hear us
Cause we crazy fried
Jeez I'm baked and high
Watch me as I taste the sky
Got two joints in my ears but we ain't no fake sublime
Got my homies

Live It Up

2Pac

Hip Hop Connection

2004

the trick to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout

In My City

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

[Chorus: x 2]
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding

in public
Most likely I'm by my lonely trust nobody
It's just a plastic or the chrome only
When I beef I pick skeletons
I don't pick bones homie

your clique still lyin' (clique still lyin')
Ain't no plastic on my ratchet, nigga, this real iron, uh
Me and Lord West connect, down in some set with

Lost en Los Angeles

Kari Faux

Lost en Los Angeles

2016

The sky is sunny side up year round
Hella palm trees growing out the ground
Mountains stacked for miles and miles
Living life in the domesticated