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T mardi
Gras mask like in Face off

This Re-Up Gang movement it's the
Album of the year
Yeah they still push powder
Got talcum everywhere
My crooks, my

the new reference
I'm tryna reconcile my soul faith and new hope
I'd never sell my soul i'm the new goat
Greatest of better spitting a message in my own

What Would I Be

The Living Legends

Almost Famous [Bonus Tracks]

2000

[Eligh]
No diamonds would be bought by this man
If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
Would I rot in hell or prosper
Cottontail the offer

beat 





Keep pushing 

Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson 

Produced by 6ix 





Let’s go baby

The world is yours kids

Be good human beings

on a one way
Thinking bout good times that we shared
Grinding, partying, ollie-ing stairs
So care free, hard to compare nowadays to the years 
When the fear

promise that I mean no disrespect
I'm really just a good kid but this m.a.a.d world really owes me a Cheque
(Bounce)
Ha ha, I couldn't help it
The more I

and smokin'
Hopin' for hope, but I'm hopeless
Too much distractions, I'm losin' my focus
Too much pain, can barely notice the beauty of things
Too much

rehearsal I'm sick
My album is like one long AIDS commercial (yuck!)
I'ma take your worst nightmare
Divide it by fair and multiply it by 9 squared
I'm

and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]

I'm from Detroit's

of fools, to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery! Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be! Fooled by a peaceful
Un!

He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom,

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

was suicidal, really wanted to die, Nado it's all good
Did a show in Dubai, Nado
My fault, said I never would lie, Nado
Issa hurricane and I'm stuck in

Y'all think your safe partying in a good house
Or in the woods, out
Trying to pull your wood out
Ladies I'd advise you put your melons back in
You

Heard It All

Illy

Bring It Back

2012

momentary happiness or footprints in the sand
No pedal to the metal chase or cigarettes in hand
All good I'll get by
But I hope you understand
The same

for me
And I'm smart as Ivy league
You D-league boy
You terrible like delinquents
So sorry peeping tom
Yo y'all some hot tamales
But I'ma need to see

Life comes at ya fast
External and internal attacks
Where I'm at is 'cause of where I've been at
I've been hopeless, abandoned, emotional

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

and nothing, nothing came of it. Every album I ever worked on was shelved and the money wasn't even good. The money was terrible. I could've made more money

and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep

She was on her way to becoming a college graduate
Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid
The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage

trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Love You For That

Fredo

Third Avenue

the OGs could go sent to shop
The OGs used to give us burners then we'd let 'em pop
Have you ever set up shop and end up in a box?
And by the time you

wrote
And you can quote me cuz
I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs
But we suppose to thug
A lot of niggas hate, a few show love
But that only keep