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on me
We into it he a bitch I kill that nigga big homie
It's time to shoot I'm sliding by myself
I remember lonely nights I was riding by myself
I don't

This is too amusing
Your man says this ain't shit
Told him stick to music
Bitch we really drillin' shit
Get you in your feelings shit
Twenty years go by

Had to Be Loc'd

South Central Cartel

N Gatz We Truss

1994

wake ya drop it 
SCC's in the house to the ho's you
better hide that ass cause these niggas want to do you uhh
i guess it's time for a drive-by
you want

niggas
Ejo, ebi npa mi
Guy!
Fix this shit motherfuckers
As I whisper real shit in you ear quick
And I will send it out, what you heard slick stuff that we

words
Had to stop sippin syrup cuz it made my tummy hurt
Minnesota cold please don’t make me wipe your nose
Hella street cred only 20 years old
Never

drop a tear
So we tattoo em we just tryna
See another year
On my 10 I stand, shirt on wit
My gun under
The hand I was dealt was filthy
But I sit

never had a chance to hold his daughters hand
new york flat in 76'
two good friends shoot a bad fix
never woke up saw heaven before it saw them
one was

Your nigga at the gas station
Sellin' 3 for 10 in the new season Gucci
Only shop up at Forman's woke up
Shootin' out my sleep cause I
Had a bad nightmare

gon' think you heaven sent
Indeed you are but you still flawed and he won't ever sense it
And for the part played by his father he gon' have resentment
I

Keep It Real

MC Ren

Da Villain in Black

1996

the corner of McDonald's parkin' lot
Peepin' out their hair 'cause that spot is hot
And that's real

(CHORUS)(2x)
Nigga gotta keep my shit real
Lettin' punk

had me walkin' thru tha streets like I was Eazy E
Aye
Fast foward years past now I'm out here gettin' money
Every pocket over flooded by them blue face

outlaw sound over 20 years later  still puttin it down
Shout out to my brotha jazz doitall and funke
With out  yall i just wouldnt be me
My first time in

Shout out to my day one
He makes magic with the Mac
Top boy of my city
All these other boys be whack
Ten bad bitches
Yeah I call that snack attack

Industrial Revolution

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

hands out my pocket nigga" like Malcolm X
But this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
And I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you

They

Charli Baltimore

Cold as Ice

1999

life sweet from were?
Fear my tears
Cause they'll say its a break down
I take down the pain with Hennesy
But enemies shoot it up they veins high

in her breast pocket thought it was somethin' written in code
But it was part of a letter set
I'd got her for Christmas ten years ago I'd bet
She used

At age ten
I was that one kid
That always dreamt
About something new
I wanted clothes 
I wanted games 
Wored all the j's
And sum timbs to
Broke boy,

Pull up on me like shit sweet
Shoot em in the face while im clean and looking neat
Pop me ah ten
I keep texting and deleting shit
This shit wicked
My

He gettin' crumbs and shit
Orange face Presi' plain Jane like
It's Trump and shit
X got him out his body, finna crump and shit
9 don't sit right in ya

Seasons

Freshchest Affiliates

Head Nod Supremacy

we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks
In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen

The amount of man we foldin' no lie 
Sometimes I feel nothing to live for 
I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O 
Ah yo we sick  

Chorus

Verse 3

We were

It’s a cold world bundle up bros fake lame bitches set up they wont what I
Worked hard for sleepless nights what I prayed for raw in the trunk drove

be here I start to work yh
10 year old boy when I see this dream from long time
Look at how we living now we shutting all the show down
Everytime I

ya man a tip tell em come correct/
Momma told me child u a savage,
Dat was way befo I was 21/
Was already 3 years down up in prison,
By da time