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thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', bitch, I got a habit
Don't like fuckin' with no condom,

ya got is history

Ceiling streaked with nicotine and 50 years of lung disease
Pulling back the curtain there's nothing much as far as I can see

born with hella baggage (Hold on wait)
We grew up with n****s who was bagging it, toe tagging it
Crazy thing we used to play tag with them but the path

niggas know what time it is
Nah, fuck that, I'm goin' first, nigga

You pussy niggas go and put this in your purse, niggas
Real killas, eh 50! Look we

now that its just deaded your day Youll be syndicated by a man Could you wanted If you look good But dear old Nicki be chillin the stars; Find me in

you think I'm feline come show me
Had a lot to prove when I was hanging with the homies
Felt alil lost I ain't know who the hell was for me
Ya boy had

everybody thinking
Riding 'round the city
Doing fifty
Passing by your house
Just come out, hang out
We chill out with the jams we vibing now
Find some time

up a   -pistol instead of  picket signs /if  you ain’t got the utensils then learn to improvise /who won’t beef I got burgers that come with the fries

life you knew exactly what you was doing
When you killed him

And you left his wife with all the children
Kids without their father
Sons without their

To be comin first place
Love yourself by any means
It's gon be okay
When you sittin on the floor
Wit yo knees tucked to yo face
Just remember theres a way

First time on this track and I be spitting these raps
My hidden rhymes are coming out so fast you bout to get lapped
I got God on my side, aint

not that when I lay them
This the only text where you can't grade them
Just some conversations with ol' Satan
Hoping security comes with maturity
Cause

Mae Aquash and Peltier were soon dealt with or gone
American Indian rights movements seemed to crumble away
FBI wanted them to rue the day
How dare you

barely afford this shit but you know
I like the taste of the future

Holla baby
Yea it's Nice to meet ya
You my mamacita
5'0 feet but she's a diva
Plus I

ya 
He look just like a grand wizard 
I’m not that type of wizard 
I love all who are lovers 
So take me down cause u butthurt 
Cause yo racial dome

the oranges, I used to have the tans
Won't hold a grudge no, but I'm keepin tabs
You know it's real when you are who you think you are
I meet these people in LA

I'll tell you an old-fashioned story
That grandfather used to relate,
Of a builder and joining contractor
Who's name it were Sam Oswaldthwaite.

In

dream, and I’m building self-esteem, cause a brother gotta start with his mindset. 

You ain’t never gone work your way out; when another man plan yo day

dream, and I’m building self-esteem, cause a brother gotta start with his mindset. 

You ain’t never gone work your way out; when another man plan yo day

time to have law and order Cause you sold a 50-pack to the white man's daughter

And the bitch OD'd on the crack Now these damn fools out to kill every

The Dim Star Liner is moored in the city,
down in the water by the bottom of the 50 storey.
Ropewalk entry for the two-legged cases.
Tear off

the mornin' in the kitchen like my momma
Niggas on these corners, with them thangs on 'em
Twelve ride by, boy it's hotter than Daytona
Who want ta, niggas

the world
With my eyes closed
Legal marijuana patient I ain't
Worried 'bout 5-0
Changin' up the new God flow
Tell me something you alive fo'
If God died for

don't live my life online
Write my life down, no typos, the maestro
Numbers on my mind, two repeating, 5-0
Blinds closed, not outside with the blindfold