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All Riders

Prime Minister

Inside Out

[Chorus: repeat 9X]
All riders

[Prime Minister]
Someone put the key in the egnition start me up
there's bout to be a lynchin on the Devil posse up

been saying, got me on track again
I can never fall off, i’ve been balancing 
Oh lets stay up, while i’m way up

Got me so bent
[Sooo]
Caught me open
[So

zone Jerome Simpson
Me and track hand and glove on Nicole Simpson
Killin the scene but i ain't want Nicole Kidman
I prefer black women
Eartha Kitts

Tapped my nigga phone, I had ta hit him up on hangout
Dese niggas really hoes, dey fake beef like some cauliflower
You know me, dey say it's beef, somebody

makin' diss tracks, we was gettin' get back
Don't call me with your problems little bitch this ain't no dispatch
Hella money in my right sock now they

just trying to put you on
What billionaires be telling me 
Invested in my legacy
Overcame my felony 
This the second track
We only just getting started

Just Maintain

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
[Xzibit]
We bout to rock the whole

grown man pampers

Air out ya dirty laundry you was hiding in ya hamper

Spark up some girl scouts and call me a happy camper

Camping until I'm canceled

it back
But I'm finally back on track
Feel like you stabbed me in my back
We know that that rain
It's gone pour no matter what
And it ain't up to us

trap
Empty out my boss hat
Looking for a way out
Need to get on soup track
I shout out to a golfer but I don't think he heard me
I look for my caddy but

my way
Yes, it's July thirty-first and I'm 'bout to wrap this song up -- it's a pretty long one, yeah
Heh, I'm sorry I had to detox
So, pardon me while

Austin and Malachii, yeah we straight cooking
They asked for a verse but I can't put no hook in
We on this beat just fooling around
Going back to Cali,

a shape up trim
Nah they could never be me
Nah they could never be G
I hit the grind first I’m thing in the AM
Then I kick back in the evening sipping my

crnold swartsy with it, im sculpting discussion 

This the come up, the motherfucking come up 

No catchy hook to hide behind, working out all my muscles

Feel like I stepped up in the game, on one
Smoke that dank n I’m gone son
Faded offa that, made another track
Wrap the raps n it’s all done
Don't

please
This song is alright please
Now this all is alright please
Uh
I don't care bout a hook
Nigga I don't really care to go by the book
I can tell from

Cut the track
Tell me against me how you plan to win
Lyrically I'm Stephen King 
Pen game is Harley Quinn 
Hard and then some 
Attention every one wanna

[Intro]
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown 
Man, but it could only be me 
Look, yea

[Hook]
Creepin, late night my enemies near (near)
I

Pressure

Produced by Track Pros

Hour Glass Instrumental

I Thank God For The Pressure

Verse

I’m sitting
Isolated in a kitchen
Industry don’t want

of interviews, performances, and documentarys/

Visioning me/

Surpassing Beastie boys and Diddy/
Mosh to bikini kill and flow to Biggie/
Days passing by while I

Lighter flick like it was a Lil Wayne intro
Smoke up on the track that’s exactly what I’m here for
Didn’t wanna do it but y’all woke a sleeping giant

and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz

turn to night then once again
And I’d pretend that I was in the shoes of rappers I looked up to
I had a mic and a boombox I’d hook it up to
I’d put

We Got Panache

Princess Superstar

Princess Superstar Is

2002

on gin and tonics we super sonic hook you on our phonics
Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix
Never stoppin' it sock electronic shit