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Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Hittin' this bong like a fucking pipe
Niggas mad I'm on?
Boy, fuck your life
Yeah
She want to chill
I'm like, "Wassup tonight?"
Let me

as a disguise
Black Lives Matters
This is not Coachella
These are real life matters
And we are not no actors (you feel me?)
This is years of oppression
We have

the Boogie
And shitting on them crabs 'cause they jive, fake, and woolly, no doubt

Yeah, trade shots of life for all night, you'll dig it
Kept it hotter,

Coolie High

Camp Lo

The Great White Hype

1996

the Boogie
And shitting on them crabs 'cause they jive, fake, and woolly, no doubt

Yeah, trade shots of life for all night, you'll dig it
Kept it hotter,

I love my life but I’m tired of living cheque to cheque,
I love the music but tired of getting no respect.
I love my people but tired of all

I love my life but I’m tired of living cheque to cheque,
I love the music but tired of getting no respect.
I love my people but tired of all

But I ain't no romantic
Always gotta find a way to make a move
And take advantage
When your dawg turn to a rat
Then tell me how you gon' manage
Huh?

I

a six of that tech

Inside my pop, it ain't no Sprite
I got a bitch out the country
She want, she catch a flight
I'm blessed that none of my ni**gs locked

spitting is like they biblical
You can't box me in, I ain't cereal, I'm serious
Judge me by my skin, you may think that I'm a criminal
But what's the real

the breeze
You ain't down to take a risk man it's by any means
I think clearer off the don and the cris
Look at God the way it happened you'd think it was

we be havin' lots of casualties 
My depression creeps up casually 
But I gotta make it to recovery 

Crimes committed by the mind disease 
Gotta break

the doubters who were calling me Tupac 
No wonder we ain't talkin and I never call you back
No rhyme or reason, but I got one
So I can shoot em in the face with

life
All of the problems
Don't got to live inside of me no more
I ain't the same cause I've been changed by the Holy Ghost

I boutta pull up without any

Rain on Me

Spur of the Moment

Urban Renewal

2006

more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm

And over and over I tried
Yet over

will teach you a lesson
Going back to back like 9/11
Side bag still ain't empty, don't ask me no questions
Me and Eliggah got Oni and Kira
But me and ZZ

it my way
Reality is harsh, life’s a struggle, each day
Sometimes I feel like nothing works, or goes by my say
But my passion works in sync with my

Second, and the third, never fuck with drugs
Everybody wanted to be like thug
Ain’t nobody wanted serve time like that

47th block, all i wanted is boo koo

the sun and that the bullets missed us
Still remember crying when I found out that my nigga gone
Cutting all the people out my life who live by different

heartaches by the number, hear that lonesome whistle blow 

I took the grand tour, lived the night life, saw the rose garden too 

found a good hearted woman

a lil
Better
Off and on I know it plays with your mind
I can see he wasted your time
I just wanna treat you right
Change your life
I can do you better

of light
The hope of the Son of man the Godhead
Of eternal life second coming no surprise from
Within God made me his friend in ninety-seven
Go back with him

on repeat
Shawty said she wanna leave
Get my beat we bout to hit
Metro housing by the streets
While my diamonds give me Heat
Aj told me bout his niece
Ain't

Young Real Niggas
Just cut from a different cloth you know
I ain't no more time to waste, I'm on my grind
Look, I got tired of playin' it by the book

Lazymuthafucka

The Coup

Party Music

2001

carriage

So when you spend a dollar that's ten seconds of my time
And when ya spend a billion that's my life and that's a crime
'Cause to me life is hard