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(Ouhoo)
Ima get back up hustle like I'm Nipsey
Mind keep spinning, I ain't even tipsey (Mhm)
Why they wanna trick on me, I ain't even fakin'
I been

I’m fucking get me in my feelings
Grab her throat when I fuck she get loud when im Drillin’
 
She was known for a hoe so you know wont kiss her
I Just

Known As A Mama She Don't Care Cuz I'm Thrown
No?

Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground
You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit
You Look So Sick Cuz

stranded in the wilderness
I'm forced to fight, driven into the darkness
Opposin war with mercenaries and devils
With the Sunz of Man I stroll through

I'm quick to hide
I thought life gave me lemons, it tricks me and gives me limes
Improvised in the beginnin', freestyled and wrote the songs (Yah)

home
And every night I sleep with my wife
(Another slight pause)
I'm tryna leave the beef alone
I'm getting up in age
Plus, I know the feeling of being

rhyme I’m generating a movement
-My generation moving, the homie Blame said
This is grown man music, we here to improve it
-I know I’m a live wire in

What You Got?

Chino XL

Kiss of the Dragon

2001

enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous
And smash

Comes Around 
In Due Time
It’s Hard To Read It
If I Can’t Understand The Contract
My Lawyer Read It 
Always Pay Him By The Hour
Not Retainer 
Shit Is

That Was Then

Roy Jones, Jr.

Round One: The Album

2002

went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll

Facts of Life

Ghetto Mafia

Draw the Line [Remastered Classic Street Hits]

to pack your steel
I can remember sellin rocks on the fuckin hill
I steady keep it cause I'm silent
Because these niggas in the street 
All they thinkin

Fans
Hope you shine so bright
When you're out tonight
Some Armand on ice
Shooting stars at night
By the fireside
Take it all in stride
Got a burnin

But I'm kinda' hungry do
You want some lunch
I mean there's leftovers in the fridge
Or err i don't know what we had last night

You remind me of a girl

you'll never be controlled

You see our people are dying
I'm sick of funerals crying
My weapon rhyming
But I rather
Stab his thighs 
Look him in the eyes

tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let
Your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself
King and Queen of this house
Yellin, "I want my

dream

(Chorus)

Tied up & bound in the cords of our conviction
Got my bag of tricks & my pocket full of luck
Watercolor, paint by number, a reminder

shootin' barettas
We got bond you cant break, and a song you cant make
You can give it a try, but you just live to get high
Find a new trick to get by

Something bout you got me loosing all control
Addicted to the feeling got me in the mode
Tuned in with ya rhythm when you take it slow
I swear it

Christmas
You niggas is bummy and broke mind ya business
Bitch is a trick she gon feen for the digits

(Ew Ew, Ew, uh Ew, Ewwwwww)
No return now I'm pissed
I

knuckles
I’m busy
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I’m
God
Body in a God Gundam, that’s Domon

not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page

Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in

in the stew late at night with my cup of joe
Just rolled up three-nine in the wood
Got this nigga froze

My bad for that shit that I did
I'm just not

Something I can't do
This murder ain't a mystery
You won't have a clue
All you gon have is these tracks
Made by the abstract
And yo girl in some ash
Bitch I

I don’t fold when they talk about shit cah I’m done seeing shit cos this road no game (uh huh)
Love must be in the air but I can’t catch some cos I