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my core
And I just want you more for sure
So don't play hard to get, cause you're so hard to get
Off my mind when my jaw hits the floor
Then I have

alive 
But if I died a million times then how I'm still alive 
You left a hole inside my heart you say killed the vibe 
But you was cheating on a nigga

4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat 
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out

wishing on my downfall
This for y'all man from the bottom of my heart
I sincerely mean this s
Man go f y'all selves
Y'all ain't hear what I said?
I didn't

diss ya
So homeboy, you're better off comin' from the heart
And lettin' the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and forget what

and go insane
I be spittin' from the heart off the top, like it's easy
Just was on the block, how I pop, guess they need me
I be spittin' fire every

have a bed for months
You begin talking to Z right after
I come by to drop off the keys and give Rune ice cream
I see you leaving with him
Still don't

(Yea)
(Feel this)
(HaHa)
Rinse my hands with these bitches had to dust them feelings off
Had to show em ima boss
Bitch I'm really hands on don't know

Alive

Aceyalone

Accepted Eclectic

2001

breaks my heart
She grabs a hold and she takes it apart
But I can see in the dark, I pee in the park
Bein a part of the art blazin from the spark

Cause

Ayo Spitty what time is it?
24 hours to live Manny the young Ma$e
24 seconds on the clock I hit the pump fake
24 on my back one day I was eight

know what to say 

Praise Ben E King and Solomon
Praise Joanie and Wilson 

Old friends, that bring a little healing 
Old friends, there when you need

in all black then they drip red
I think I'm gonna loose it somebody get me my pen
Drop a verse they start panicking Gandhi's here again son'em like

Ballers Flossin

II Tru

A New Breed of Female

1997

mine
When I get paid off these here rhymes

[Jhaz]
And you can put that on your family
I'm a put on my trues, we want this tape
Player, recognize II

a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in

ones
Just like T Pain and Im from the hill too
That's my gang
I dont drink beer bitch
This champagne in the V.I.P
But its still E.C
Bitch asked me whats

ah drop in twos
Mo's Fools do nothin and I tasts my turnin
And passin it out wit tha Layzie lil' Eazy, my mentor
Keep in, handin over tha shoes, I go

way from making them drop off's
I'm sorry for all of the turmoil mama
No I do not condone the drama
Rappers are dying i'm ready to pop off

Defending my

will my rhymes hit em in the heart and come off clever
She call me baby talm bout come here I'll make you feel better
I'm thinking if I won't make it by

like strangers by the same ones that I know as kin
My gun'll click before I give a bitch my heart and soul again
Took all my losses to the chin, I know

a conscience
The soul the spirit the heart getting swallowed up by the nonsense, E

This ain't a calling for conscious to conjure Kweli or Common
Just something

the sky off my decisions aint no limits
You niggas be boring kha shoo got me snoring
You cant keep me silent im a lion i be roaring
Crown me im the new king

the point of a plot if there's no twist
Got the drop of the opps in the focus
Hold this
I am in god mode
My reign has been roman
And they still tryna play my

from pop rocks to high tops to drop dead anonymous
But now my name and success seem synonymous
And it's a process wishing that the plot will twist

stoppers number off of my head 
Early serco in the AM's going court as a mess
That life's boring to death 
It was unfortunately 
19, I was young and fly