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and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

TEENY
WE BE BALLIN YOU DRIVE A WEENY
DRIVIN' BY YOU GON' BUST A CAP
LIKE YO DADDY WE PUT YOU DOWN FOR A NAP!

Yeah B a b i e A s h 

Ion like to get personal 
Cause everything around me is so personal 
Personal personal personal 
So if I tell you that it's

Go to Deuteronomy
Let me tell you something
GOD says he gives us the ability to get wealth
He created money He created gold He created silver
He

Beware of My Crew

LBC Crew

Thin Line Between Love and Hate

1996

show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood 
As it is in yourz 
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by

Now my daughter getting larger by the minute
Asking questions like
"Where my daddy?" I tell her
Baby, in this life we live
There's a life to give

right back
My daddy told me, if this ain't work
You'll be swingin' them hammers
I locked myself back in my room
And now I'm singing them hammers, no

know me I'm a broke boy
Sorry Daddy o
I'm not kidding
E be real Fact
I've been trading my night times
And hoping say the star shines
On the boy in

of testing it on something, they’ve been testing us all their lives
They have all control over your life
You won’t have a job your mind your soul anymore
By

Born local grown global
Next office finna be oval
Cause I'm training all day
Buckets by night
Spotlight Like
Jimmy and Herro la passano e tiro
Says

choice, you put your just due in
Nigga lets do it, lets get to the music
F-O-E
Family over everything
Thats me
Nigga thats you
Nigga thats we
Nigga thats us

pharma owns this Block, didn't learn shit from prohibition, people talk about Nixon and Reagan but forget to mention Clinton, hm Big daddy cig and big

Oi
I was in Tate modern
Looking at this painting
By this Korean artist
Forgot what his name is
Yeah let me just
Try start off subtle

Yo
I was in

Uh, E.viLL. haha ya! let's go, ya ya, uh uh
27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second

still a put da Shxt on pause
Put a square in e circle so we can get em n e dawg
Like poof lemme show yo ass a magic trick
Make em disappear if he be

about a Rhubarb pie then just segue into sex
Ok
Not a day goes by my mind on music
Hit play
Then hit the pad, 8 a hand, paradiddadiddle, say it
Mouthful

treating us like invalids
How can we act so passive
It's breaking apart the familiy
It's time for us to step up
And stand side by side
Like them brothers in

Likwit Connection

Defari

Likwit Connection

1998

flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper 
Now what is a MC if he can't flow 
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro 

We don't give a fuck if you down wit

where them no go mention me
By the time I’m done, man of the century
But I just begun you ain’t
Seen the best of me
I’m a business, damn, you can invest

Floppy on the hunt for a dick with your man
But he called you a cunt while we were fucking in his van
I looked up from the ground and i said daddy

tryna survive from that action        
Skate on a man its gon'e be a disaster 
Word on the street he a G but he still movin faster
Babylon pree in

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

bondage and branding and chastity
Or cock & ball torture
D-d-d-d-dominance, dildos, or my favorite - diapers
Exhibitionism, e-stim and edgeing
Feeding foot

before I shut my lights I pray to the BenzGod
My days are numbered crushing us at faster rates
They just took that e-class away you see that poor bastard's