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family, my brother, my geezer, my akhis)
It's just me and my brothers

Yo, it's death before dishonour
It ain't just a saying, that's a rule we live by

only done by a few
So just pay close attention
To the Wreckin' Cru
You don't need fresh clothes or a pretty face
You just need hella beat with a so-so

Nigga Sings the Blues

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

1994

The rats in, much lands for the dopefiends on my block
I'm dodgin' cops, never stayed along, I'm quick to move
Gotta slang the rocks, never like the shit I

Pain Is Love

Cappadonna

The Struggle

2003

told ya'll niggaz how the Staten rock
We don't, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shots
You get caught if you ask a lot, like you don't know
And where

steady the stainless (hah)
Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr)
Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah)
Get niggas

city by the seaside
As long as we keep our stride,
I believe we'll be fine

You've seen the years roll on,
and you've seen me roll with you
I see

beers by three

Nigga I'm a slime
See how my nosebleed

That's the height I see
She real sloppy on her knees

I'm the fucking man of my fucking city

role it up by the ounce.
If yo nigga clueless just meet me up by the house yeah.

Henny dripping sipping different on some ice rocks.
Miami living just

I was conceived in the late 90s
By a family who was just being formed
Tunnel vision
My vision is becoming deformed
Bloody eyes
I have no remorse
I'll

another hit for the euros and lowlows and the
mamcitas at the car show. Now wheres that spot that's hot down to rock
lets roll party never stops wont stop

the gutter like rag dolls by cops in different spots and when the missions was bad calls I got hold of some rock and I won't  mention the bag armer but I stood

gots to write your way out (you got the juice) 
You gots to write your way out 

No stopping the 
Mid-City philosopher 
I'm Genghis Khan 
When the mic is

Here is Turahtan, the Ersatz-Opera with dedications to our lost generation
It is modestly personalized by
Sasha, a Russian Writer
Turahtan,

and shake[00:42.45]All them boys be opps[00:44.13]Get caught by the cops[00:45.39]Slap your face chris rock[00:46.77]Driving by spin the block[00:48.18]Guns be blazing we

On the walls, you bring some life into the city
Because your government is terrible
Oh, what a drag to go out for a smoke
Harnessed by the capitalist yoke
They

at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems

got them bricks
I could get it across clean
And for the city, and fix 'em like morphine
Cop 'em when we rock the dice
And we get it like Rothstein
They

the keys to the city like Kendrick Lamar
People talk, and that shit won't stop
RIP DJ Scott La Rock
Ugh, RIP Ricky, this is for you my brotha
There will

and the story ends
While we were crying along the dark river
In this bright city of liquid rocks
Where life seems to be
A cut above
Whatever will happen next

it like Drake
Start cooking It's time to bake
You got Diamonds, but I can see it's fake
I'm popping off in a basket
My House is nothing but an asset
I

times
Imma throw this btc in cruise while she giving me top
I went to school they rocked the jays I used to rock the reebok
The shit that used to make you

the house wit a whole lotta money
I keep the shit rubber-banded by the hunnids
The pistol on me i keep it for the dummies
I wrap the moon rock in the paper

Pull out yo clock it's time to rock pull out yo skate it's time to race
Imma stash it by da tire in case Im flicked by da jakes
I'm cruising in my

fought up in your mind
Whether you ready or not
Humanity's poorly equipped
House made of glass and we still in this bitch throwin rocks
It's making me sick