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of scenery is on the way
No more building them doors
If you know 
Then you know
Don't feel the need to explain it
I swear i'm in a world on my own
There's no

Ain't no fuckin' door for them
This is my shit
Hop up in the cockpit
She might wanna hit the tropics
I might take her to Boston
Tell her baby, you

Ain't no luck to my winning I'm better
You gon need more than a Three leaf clover I'm the poison ivy middle of the bush gang setup
Fuck it I'm back did

the color of my skin
When all I want to do is rap I didn't know that was a sin
Down in Detroit it was never about my color
Surrounded by my brothers and I'm

Saturday night, I'm gonna swipe right
Been drinking down these blues like some Bud Light
Girl from the other weekend let me hit it then she sent me

somehow my pictures on the wall,
They don't got the proof but my lawyers still on call.
60k retainer so we ball above the law.
Even though I'm still down I

cousin (Yo ante up)
Short stoppin' then we porch hoppin'
Kickin' doors down ain't no door knockin' (Kick that shit)
Get the money bounce when we found it

The Jump Off

DC

The Session

2004

times platinum

This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with

been paid
Or my coffin made
Been speaking 'bout life in these songs
And now my shit on display
Please do not play with these three fours
I'm tripping

creep where you sleep
Go to mass and you get shot
By a little freak
Yo talk is cheap
Guns for funds
Ya can’t stop whats inside my lungs
In Aztlan we be

seem so foolish and so broken down.
When you came in my sorrow broke me down
And now I think your kindness breaks me down
But Enoch lives that is borne

Neva standing down. 
if you want me you gone have to get this 10 up off the ground. the haters in my face but I still got the crown. you ain't getting in

Yeah, I got a new wave
Four dogs goin' down to the grave
Nobody ever said I gotta be brave
Now I'm laying down I'm under the shade
Now I'm out of my

My dear friends, Romans
Countrymen let me get your eardrums
And the mind’s inside the
Head they’re in everything in
Life moves in cycles
Like

Hit the Jackpot

Underground Sound Unit

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

turn table
Down with Trouble Makers (no fakers)
Ground breakers may be comfortably rolling luxury Japanese
Cars always find us where the happening are

And every bitch in every state
Know Mase is the pimp
See I'm unlike the ones who fail you
When I know where you
Live, I'mma send my kid to take care of you

I know you coasting mix emotions
How C-Notes keep flooding
Drop sauce by accident
Imagine what I'll do on purpose
I'll hit my mark if spark in dark

I gotta get it 
And you know I gotta live it 
How I spit it
And my soul I never rent it 
Never sell it
Not a minute not second
From beginning til

to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style

Yo we got

mockin' growl?
How do you think I got this deep gash in my brow?
Please wipe the blood from my eyes.
So it don't take, take us by surprise.

“I'll tell you

First things first El Butler walk through the fire
Destiny gotta outweigh my desire
I seek the kingdom until I retire
I'm down with the king cause

DT's be kicking not ringing the door bell
They want a young nigga just sitting in four L's
Hunted down by racist cops work for the Klan
So I shouldn't

so deadly it's murdered our sanity
A virus so deadly it's massacred Christian charity
Passive avoidance ain't love—1 John 3:16
Sacrificing my life for

for most my life
But I've always gone for fingernails instead of knives
I charted a course to where I'm finally feeling now
But if you heard my songs