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all the way back in 2023 
Saved it for my album cause I know a fucking masterpiece 
Made a plan, took a while but I did it all lonely
Must've opened my

and loves her reflection
She's totally primetime,  the people they love her
Now raise your glass cause there is no one above her.
	Descending the stairwell

and your fight or flight is triggered
The only difference is we're not cavemen anymore being chased by a saber-toothed tiger
So deep breathing, it convinces

second is getting tougher
And not to mention the music
This album is never coming
I keep on doing these features
But solo tracks are amounting
I'm running

thinking it ain't enough
Emotional, but I'm tough
Writing comes easy, what's hard is
Having to go back
Scrolling through the memories
Reached my deposit

the words that flow through me
It's confirmed now, this is where I'm posed to be
I've been overlooked no way they won't notice me
I've been dotting eyes

got lost in him
I started running and gunning my way to the end of the race
My life is finding replacements for things I probably should chase
My

And you know I ain't talking tusk
Bewildered by the foes in my eyes
There shoes will never fit to my size
I'm too big to fit there is no dice
Want bars like

20k money making brothers on the corner

We sell it raw

It's the Re-Up Gang rollers, yeah you know us
Push Ton Key is back with the baking soda

through by surprise, years later 
Still copped some rounds for The guys...

In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You

be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

What the fuck you done fo me?
But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed
Or is it because I used to funk wit $hort an Master P
Hatin'

the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

niggas on they shit
That's my shit, I'm a killer, fuck silence
Being humble is boring, I'm choosing my craft first
Stream the album, just finished the last

thought you'd say it
Drop a new album just for you to hear it
You like to play me like a game
But this game you play will end today
Blonde hair
Green eyes

Shot Up

Sticky Fingaz

Decade "...But Wait It Gets Worse" [Bonus Track]

2003

Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Giva fuck

[Sticky Fingaz]
This is AK-47, banana clip rap
Bloodstain your album cover before it get wrapped

turned our heads when we heard a branch snap
He had glowing white eyes and a cloak all black
That’s when we tried to take a couple steps back
Then he

it up and pass it to em
If I was me when I turned eighteen
I wouldn't be able to make this song, got teenage dreams
Bitch my eye is on the ball and I

been ridin on my wave, now you seasick
Kick that, my mind is pitch black
Consumed by who's who and fashion switch backs
Y'all cap, man that shit straight

#This is the version from the original (norwegian)
#version of the album Red  (UMD 86505 Universal 1997)

I saw her first
She came around
The day my

demise
Judging they fear by the look in they eyes
My little scheme got em caught by surprise
Don't give info I'm a mystery
Take one step out and call it

a lot of pride
Got my mama's eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized
Where I lie confined as I watch my demons
Ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak

and I know that he ain't coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs we don't run it back
I swear it's hard to be a boss, I just lost Muscle, I feel

rolling
We can get to checkin' in, so where y'all goin
Baby sparked the back wood, the liquor flowin'
Bumpin' Ré get yo bitch wet, the freak is showin'
Lil