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like by like ten times
Yeah you catch me in the hills northside is where I stay with my gang I reside
Pistol packing never missing guaranteed to hit you

the ground running from this dead end street
Saved by the power of her own two feet
Remembering a song from long ago
It's around and around, it's the way

fucked up my zen,

Couple push ups in the morning when I hit the floor,
Take a shower walk the dog fore I hit the door,
A crossaint a banana and granola in

of the Henny, maybe two

Baby lookin' fine, so please tell me what it do
Do, do, I'm tryna move
Baby, hop up in the car, what you gotta lose
All these pussies

as before
Raptor world (Aye)
Im killing the feeling of silence and witness
Just open the door (Yuh)
Keep striving for more
Calling to me ya, quieren mi

on the floor
Kick down the door with a new pair of white ups
Two twin glocks turn shit into black ops

He tryna work hit up me tele
Only do cash don't hit up my

Wake Up

The Pinehurst Kids

Bleed It Dry

2001

of the planet 
I kill killing orders like a lieutenant 
Hit the planet Earth then explode like a human cannon 
The universal author, born to kill saga 
Givin'

REVOKE   [Tribal Rule Album The 1st]

I know you my God you always be the same and you never gone you never leave me tired on the chains ×2
  
When

it's all on you, to, do/
What you got to, do/
New friends/
No can do/

[hook]
Went from Pontiac, to new Ferrari/
Both two doors, different glory/
You

the pace
You bitches actin all 2 face
Breakin ya ankles on 2k
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Woah yea yea
Bitches by the 5's

NYC Street Corner Battle

Ultra

Big Time

1996

to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb

Freefallin'

Atmosphere

To All My Friends: Blood Makes the Blade Holy

2010

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These

them van, booze and Reeboks
I'd bring them over and shut the door with three locks
'Cause if my parents found out, they'd beat me 'till I pee uh
Could be

The Triboro

Big L

The Big Picture (1974-1999) [Reissue]

2000

and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm

Sex Appeal

Do or Die

Greatest Hits

2003

How I spit at these modern ho's
On the two-way, poppin' and droppin' the conversation
And I'm steady staggerin'
Look at the Remy that I had last week

of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace

I just hit a lick, and dipped, out the door with the cash
No getaway driver, no gun and no mask (Heh)
Sly deSilva, the corporate crime killer
Went up

He think it’s a game
Got a trapper cheat code
It’s a knock at the door
I look out the peephole
My nigga just hit a lick for bricks of gold
All this

these ciphers
For a little clout
Grown act unusual
Can't let em distract me
I keep seeing two two two
Fifty in this clip
Don't get hit with this two two

to savages
All for the gold
My yickies is old
But my shells is Priscilla's
I got 2 shredders to peel back ya dome
Nigga don't come out ya home
Kick in ya door

They tryna play LOLI in the game like she is dumb (Lauryn, Lauryn)
Dropped two mixtapes and the album on run
I'm the old school b got them bars like

Who is it
Leave it on the door step and get the hell out of here
What money?
As a matter of fact, how much do I owe ya?
Too bad Acey ain't in charge

facial, No makeup 
straight merk y'all, when she come by no work flow
she bring her friends and we roll deep all day
hit the club there ye we going upstairs

been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even