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production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock My name's malik my hobby's putting
One by one, they will fall Execute, conquer all Threat on earth, body alive Non convert, unholy cry Inconcievable reason to flee Bloodline
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that shit, I play that hit Your whole gangsta image is
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
finance, yes But the question is, will I let that shit define me, no I was brought up by the right people High school mates were the grand opening Though my
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa! Off the wall, off the chain Off the top, I'm off the leash So many freaks coming by the spot Had to move,
on my dog We the truth by far Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart I built a penthouse in
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin'
paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin' off-beat with
What do I say Say whatever the heck you want Be on beat stay on beat Oh my GOD Yo here I go Hey yo I don't know any words My GOD Play the Album
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
Man, take another hit breathe out In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot I?m chillin at home on some solo shit I love piece and when its quiet, I
rapper about to blow But his album came, and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper-wood So the silly little fans, they were misled By
So damn tough So - damn - tough Everywhere we go downtown or to a show We have two necessities Charlie Mack and our limo He's feared by suckers
I been so focused I might drop an album a week man Fuck all these rappers I eat what I kill And I'm killing these beats You know how I give it up
I followed your rules A willing fool Branded by shame My soul suffers from your hostile ways I bear so many scars, hit me hard Time to change
[Too $hort] Album number 12 Short Dogg still in the house I ain't going back into retirement Life is Anything is possible try hard It ain't
(okay) To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah) I throw lives and lowest to live For my loaf of bread the people's player I did what the culture
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
screw and common knew We had bitches by the dozens "huh" we fuckin' cousins You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc A nigga just got paid
yeah, yeah I just hit up the drive-thru yeah fucking around near the bayou yeah the first time I laid my eyes on you yeah guess what it is time
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but the break of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original, teacher of this type
else) Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self (Self, self, self, self) 'Til about two AM And I call back and I
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