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[Verse 1]
Beats go bam bam 
Made by a flint stone 
Pulled up in a flying saucer and the wheels chrome 
New millennium old style for the juxtapose

Mista Tung Twista

Tung Twista

Runnin' Off at Da Mouth

1991

with the radical texture
I'm one brother you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
And crackin

of the Radio Times 
The Bible and those with false teeth 
c sick society dropping national health 
Stirred up by gay boys protected by their wealth 

Now

goin' through it
Just stay motivated, never hate it
And uhit doesn't matter as
Long as you escalated
Elevated to another level, word to the Devil
I keep

on a beat 'less it's a
(crier)? Feds wanna run through my spot
Give me another prior
Mane I'm turnt up with the Glock
You scared join the choir

S'Philthy,

Yeah we been here before

Thirsty for my bars
Imma pour some more
See they want some more
Imma give you what you paid for
M.k with some Shades on
Touch

to give
I don't think y'all ready

Money make the world go round
Money make your girl go down
That's why you never see me
I'm breezing by you so fast
Got

Judgement Night

Biohazard

Judgment Night

1994

six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor
So fuck the radio and close your ears but read my lips I rips
And if you eat my words I'll leave your strung like

up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja

was interesting
Why would I say I am? Shit, and the
The radio don't even play my jam
I give no damn, I'm in Bompton with the fam'

You say, "It's early,

They're citing from the bible
And everything that u reading
I can swear it ain't a lie
So I'll never get caught up
In this game writing libel
I just wanna

tell just by the texture
It's soft and it's round, Yеah
Hit them lights
Don't gotta see it, just touch
On it, feel on it, Taste it
You done chеated

Mother Congo - Mother Congo Is Not

My pity, it's your pity. Mama Congo - I Will Always Love You Hein

My pity, it's your pity. Mama Congo - never give up

I'm feeling anxious and full of fright
Just hope you still love me in the morning light
And I promise to make things up to you, we just gotta give it

Please Don't Go

Brown Boy

Livin' Shady [Bonus Track]

2005

Brown Boy, rock on, uhh
Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh
Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh
Soul Radio
(P-p-please don't go away)

I don't want you to go

the riot no I don't delay
Light up the fire then light up the day
We die by the motto defining the title
With dynamite bottle to pop shit
Eastside I throttle

and watc
hes
停下我的跑
车辣妹自动投怀送抱
When I pull up hotties throw themselves on me
钱能让我快乐
钱能让我痛苦
Money gives me joy money gives me pain
钱能让我在寒冷的冬天里也中暑
Money has me

lied
(You know)
Woah oh oh oh (But I got something to say)

I never was happy when I
Was just tryna fit in
I used to be jealous of homie for waking
Up in

you
ch ch I fit faint oh 
you say wetin 
cbeg now I no d anything now 
I go lock you up now 
I go lock you up now 
cbeg now chhh

Na so them take e oh

finna shine some
Horizon
Tryna block me out
But know I'm fine love
I'm fired up
You serving to the feds
That nigga wired up
I'm nice as fuck
Everything is

and they still suck 
I guess that’s what happens when you give babies a thumbs up 

Racism stories we are to be blamed they don’t know our part 
Life is

the stain into art, turn the hurt into story
Find the happy ever after once upon a beginning
And never give up, not even when the windmills are winning
We

moment but growing up fast
See I’ve, always had my nose in my bag
Never smell a rose the only known aroma is cash
And I ain’t going back, that’s just

like he brave cuzz he think I'm a punk
Gone head jump, watch you get fucked up
Gone head front, watch yo ass get jumped
See yo ass get stumped,