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showing up in front of
TWO, Major, Lables nigga
Capitol and Atlantic records nigga y’all know what it is
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
I know I might overdose

Know How

Young MC

Listen & Learn

2003

Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack

showing up in front of
TWO, Major, Lables nigga
Capitol and Atlantic records nigga y’all know what it is
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah

I know I might overdose

Won't make time if I feel I'm not obligated 
All in ours but they don't know our situation 

Let's smoke a blunt while we laying by the river 
Ass up face

Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so

I got

oh you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me
So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens
You rap

in the south that’s NC, studying for my degree
This album is return to peace, this album is a family tree
Look up at the line, and I see a lot of real

Real G's move in silence like gnocchi
Made an Asian bitch cream like mochi
She wanna eat oysters by the ocean
If I ain't drinking champagne then I'm

caught in the middle 
Yeah, I'm caught in the middle

Said I wasn't gonna go out no more 
Said I wasn't gonna blow up your phone

Why does it feel I've

oh you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me
So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens
You rap

Everyone in that room to
Come up with something completely new
And that's what is, completely new you know
We we experiment with things
And they get better,

The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's

party for the weekend
Straws in the ocean
Hoarse coarse is the commotion
Slow pourin' up some lotion (come here lord)
Pardon a jacuzzi-shit
Foggin' up

no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but

Made an album by the way you make me feel

I catch the blues when I'm with you
Got me feeling good
Girl, you in the mood
Make interludes imma sing it

up
The purple skies that will guide me
The way to go is still long
Don't need no medicine man
No more, to tell me I'm wrong
So many times in my life
I

No one ever do it like me when I say shit
Rap so good I think of giving up my day shift
Dropped my last album that shit was for the ages
So now I

Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad 
You never seen this

there can't be replaced
They made it cool in hip hop to snitch and that shit there be a disgrace
And the crown prosecute by the music we make got to keep

Around the World

Game

Doctor's Advocate

2006

through watchin' "Ray" I hit
I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and eat it, what
The it's part two, in

The Animal

Murs

The Best of 9th Wonder

up ya people nigga
Don't call Pharocon to squash it
Better yet call the sheriff
And the coroner's office
Tell 'em there's a dead body
In

up that kelp
No I am not smoking mids
I Smoke the finest of top shelf
Made an album yes I did
And bitch I mixed it by myself
Long ass nights inside my

Late Night

2Pac

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000

1999

calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin'
If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably