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and I got released 

I took it trial because I believed…

My brother got killed by police 



Band gang stain gang ho !



We never blessing the beef

And despite the friendly banter, we're annoyed
By a topic we should learn to avoid
We never do

Instead we take the turn (we take)
Of course we take

humble and honest, had only entered few
There was nothing canned of what I brought, I told the man what I thought
And when I walked to the open window he

and then repeat this track
But, in the past, I used to smack dudes by the way they'd act 
But, food I never jacked--that reminds me, I could use a snack

The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo
I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Ken Folk
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga,
They Gone Take Lil

Now

Negativland

Guns

1992

guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in

and Pop's displaced by these giants
And still die tryin'
Every time that they fight it
In the end, it's our health
But you speaking in theory
Incremental

to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12

thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must

the hood bitch
They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick

[E.S.G.]
Needing bout a hundred

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Sucky little haters being hunted by the unseen
Caspr the ghost rapper, dressing like scream

Ghost face out here swinging like a slasher
What's your

like me
Combination of a mushroom and thc, bitch think I'm dying
Lil bitch think I'm waving because my t-shirt say ByShawn
The place that my bro at,

know you think I'm really scared of falling in love
I know I'm scared of being hurt by the person I love 
You know you mine that's why you beefing with

talk
See me better walk that shit
Shooter look like mr t
B a boracs
Bad bitchs wanna fuck
Yes we can
I’m Barack Bitch
Hit switch on the whip
Made it hop

bring the bottles in
My circle small I been back stabbed by brothers too
I leave the room they talk about me
Not what brothers do
But you surrounded by

the witness
I do my thing, I don't need forgiveness

Your style's like a cheapskate, I drop keepsakes
I'm turning heads like Mr. Brady's briefcase
You better

situations, taught me how to pray
When I get in his presence, that's when he educates
Know me by the unction, that's how we demonstrate
I won't change

close through one eye
I'm thinking I should do 0 - 60 and run by
But the road blocked and Mr. cop don't look gun shy
He said "how far anything for

takes the bruises licks her wounds then she moves on
Got baby daddy in the wings when she needs a hit
Methamphetamine beauty queen gonna get her fix
Mr

I was staying in the bricks
Lights turned on like somebody flipped a switch
Imagine all the windows open, candles getting lit
We stayed up all night

This Music Sounds Better at Night

Looptroop

Professional Dreamers

better at night
When the city's illuminated by neon lights
When the cars cruise by in slow motion
Like we're in a movie a timeout from the struggles in

point A to B
I start by sippin coffee while talking to my lil built freak, silhouettes of the rain on her window pain under silk sheets
Only time I miss

a bitch by the sixth grade
City really wilder than the street outside a knicks game
Tripping off the jiggas shawty throwing the molly up
We the real mob