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to be correct you gotta stay sincere
Good people disappear, so why the fuck am I still here?

heard it
I ignore your ass on purpose
Ain't no more gas money for you, girl
Guess what? Stop asking me, girl

Bitch got pregnant, call Maury
Call Jerry

Used you as the gloves that took on fear
Used you as the mask before my beard
Used you as the basis for being weird
I just used YOU so how am I still

Inauguration Day

J-Zone

Music for Tu' Madre

of you" 
Sorry but america seems kinda peculiar 
"I face the press in 5 minutes make this shit quick" 
America is broke and I know just how to fix it 
"Got

the fuck are you
Fuck up out my way I ain't got shit to lose
Mo'fucka I got shit to prove
Remember walkin' in New York on my birthday
Moms was still tryna

destined for
I'm on medicinal
I hit the yo when my vision scoped
Got money on me like I'm Interscope
Specifically me but I'm more than the general
Smoking

The idea for the song was to capture what you wanted to say
Like no filter, after your third date or something like that
Exactly, the idea is to sort of lead

from the oak over the bridge
And you always stood up for me when he got to pissed
But these days, I heard ya on your knees mate
You need to stop chatting

can't fuck with no broad if she can't hold my Switch
Tell the bank teller when she count out my crisps
That I need em all blue like my shit made by crips

Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

around with the hood you get got
Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got
You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap
My nigga Boom Bam gon'

the boot
Bitch I got the juice
Who the fuck are you talking to?
One phone call
Call the troops
Spin the block like Tetris
For your necklace
You don't want me

you're pissed
I put your friends on the list
I'll pay your rent for the year
Take care of you and your sis'
I throw myself in a ditch (ahh)
I'll hurt

on dollar signs
For that bread I'll go to double overtime
Girl you know it ain't no in between the lines
You choose, you're either his or you're mine

Yeah,

felt worthless
That's the worst shit, looking back what's my purpose
I don't know
But shit I'm still searching
Need a bit more clarity while looking for

Comparatively, I meant every word of affirmativity
Didn't you swear to me you would never just up and leave
But that one mistake got me with my heart on my

frozen
You had a dream you ain't even know it
You ain't know it, you ain't know it
If you get a chance for this shit don't blow it
If you got a talent then

you lemons or a strap, my niggas still gon' squeeze

Life gives you glizzys with a switch, then you gon' P-O-P
Cause fuck A M-V-P, I'm the M-V-ME
I

We can speed in my two-seater
Girl, I got a two-seater
Speed in my two-seater in my two-seater

About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop
You see,

done
Be on, my own shit, ain't no one put me on
I eat off, my own plate, head of you by eons
You see wrong, 20/20 vision 'imma be strong
Soon they gonna

to a deadly, I was raised by the realest, why you wanna
Test me
Can I speak any clearly
I do it for my people, the hood say they know me
Hustling anyways, my

it's kinda overexposed
I don't gotta front for the fam or the foes
Ain't a red nose but I got a red nose when nobody else knows where they're going

catch him in his zone
'96 Hova, 3rd person
You think he'd talk all of this shit if he weren't working
Is he still rapping on that Blue microphone in

hand

This a lugubrious game if you fuck with the gang
Then that blood turning red from that blue in your veins
Living still life means I'm stuck in

and still I'm somehow useless
I tend to dislike when music gets abrasive-ish
You know what it's like depression in your face and shit
For this I tend to make