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the killas where you shot brad day
Can't let a pussy nigga take me no way
One day one day
Had a dream and I prayed to God now I'm really living this shit
I

(What?)
You're just jealous, Jermaine
Jackson (Yea)
Bottles steady pouring, champagne
In action (Alright)
All my niggas fighting, that's a chain
Reaction

Wicked Ways [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

degree day and there's no frickin' air conditioning
And you can't see b- the hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blaring the system in your

for my book and I told the dude, you got to hurry up. I got to drive to Chicago
We just pull up at two or five. And God's giving you a vision, amen
But

I'm inclined
Thanking God for his design, to want more would be a crime
Not guilty, anytime thoughts become filthy
Anywhere Ms. Jackson, 'cause you

a meal
As I'm stacking these dollar bills
Genuine and influential, with a style that you just can't get too
Might even cut you with a Ghinzu
You'll never

being raised in Detroit
You can never learn what a nigga been taught (yeah)

Stuck in the middle between Blade and Dilla
Surrounded by killers,

it be I stayed away too long"
My god daughters Nadia, Simone
Diana know when not, our father's ever comin' home
Claim by the streets with them other

lifer I never co-pilot
On my toes even when it's hostile
Man you won't find another so nice
I mean God damn

Ng'yekeleni, ng'yekeleni
Y'all can't keep up

Fantastic 4

Big Punisher

The Professional

1998

And the beats are usually done by duro and clue

Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are

the fire
We coming out giving God glory
If ya gonna be blessed
Then ya gotta have a test
If ya gonna have a testimony

I'm on fire
You can't put me out
You

wanna be somebody that my kids in the future will be proud of
But my inner critic growing louder
"Jackson you can't do it, Jackson you'll look stupid,

Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust

When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen

Maintaining

Common

Resurrection

1994

in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits 
You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent 
You burn up

Channel three murder scene, got him
Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him
We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom
So I

Let me spit it like this is so ridiculous
God damn, I know you feel it
Wu Tang hit you with the killer beat
God damn, that's my thing
When I spit it,

and
You get slumped PC police
I see them going around
Scrolling right down my account
I can not count
How many views that these clowns
Are giving me
Running

call
Never missed a beat
Even in the street we'd link
Never knew that I'd weap,
Or see a time when we cant speak
You hit me happy, like big bro a Papi

I'm crafting, then I beat it, like Jackson, my beagles, Deagle, if you come with that action 
Nah Nah Nah 
Ima take it back 
See that pitter-patter
Drip

[Jay-Z:]

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music

God stay by my wheel, yeah

Anybody want war with me, I know you can’t take it
Got a lot of enemies, hate my energy, I let it sing, Drake hit
Send

you fear God or do you fear the devil?

Major tv stations program sin in our minds
Inserting thoughts in our head by what you see with your eyes
Killing

And next shit I'm bout to say is prolly gone offend you
Ask me if i give a fuck, nigga don't intend to
Rolling on these beat cause these mother fuckers tend