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broads half of the time
It be the hate to make these
Niggas think they can try ya
Till they see you bout your gangsta
Now they ass scared to get by ya

face so I'm tryna make out what it means

But it seems that i never could 
These thoughts that escape into the universe and say things that I never would

I'm about to come set the tone
If you love your girl leave her at home
Or else she coming back to my crib
And Imma show her how I live
Mr. Versatile

null and void, by keeping us unemployed
Damn, these circumstances got me so annoyed
Police harassing you, all they think of is jailing you
Keep you

a breath and a break

I know you feel alone all by yourself
And all those lonely thoughts can feel like hell
When your dreams are moving slow
These are

that thang do
Let a nigga live, have a nigga screaming thank you
Got the world in my hand, and mother nature ima spank you
Freaky nasty, got 'em nuts for

and baby, we look so good when you by my side
See them looking everywhere we go
And they all know this my ho and I'm my own
Worst enemy, till I learn to live

of you
These niggas isn't you
Principles changed
We in a different school
It be too difficult
Fuck what you knew of a nigga
I can't maneuver wit niggas

everytime
Even the tales thrown in these bars can't be confined
Just be patient, nothing in life is by design

Living in a world no different from a cell

you dumb
Being perfect all the time I am done
Still gon live a life reflecting the Son
Just tryna tell these children I ain't the one

If we had more

by the wrist 
I turned my hand into a fist 
And when I swung it all I heard was the sound of the pistol
Was that for me? 
Oh shit it must have been

Nowadays hip-hop doesn't entertain
Nowadays hip-hop leaves a sour taste
All these rappers going for that "one-hour fame"
We gon' push all these

Wita pamphlet in hand as a fan for a 30 minute span
Cuz the damn church AC broke
Elementary and then the military then the cemetery
Do you see

at
Where I gotta be
I can't be late
Got us shackled by R hands and feet by certain date
By a certain month
Certain year
A certain age
What's age
It's just

Escorted by his majesty's armoured and rarified

Might be a little scared - screw it
Spent all our lives working, grinding for their profit
Now we're sitting

don't ignore signs
Only one life to live but these
Pussy n****s talking like they got nine
Must of lost your mind
Hope you find it
Before your picture end

was fighting 
But the devil spoke inside him
Though his angels sat beside him holding his hand while he took his last breath 
Theres a light that left

the same I
I try to wash the pain, but it just won't go away 
And I just can’t stay afraid, of these thoughts inside my
Brain, I can help but entertain,

probably really evolve and live longer 

This just the type of shit I ponder

Daily I been working hands moving like I’m Ehonda 

Unity is excellence come

of fake friends
I lost some real ones too
Still moving by myself no one no group
No gun, no vest, no need, won't shoot
Just use my hands, all honor I prove

faith you know I can’t stand for doubt 
I’m making ends meet by any means with no hand outs
It’s raining blessings now cause I survived when it was

Black Market

Doomsday

The Best of Black Market Records, Vol. 1

1997

another dose of human meat
I live to creep, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen

your knowledge
You don’t wear no thinking cap at all
I’m not surprised, I’m not surprised
Let my intuitions speak
You’ll never get by
Uh huh uh goodbye

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