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American Pie

Catch Twenty-Two

Washed Up and Through the Ringer

2001

seven members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!

Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing

bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie

ain't no fluke aye
Blow dat a bitch a flute aye
My bitch go tuh tuh
Aye
Yo shit sound like poop
Don't need a crew
Sliding like coop
Popping by da group

with you all night till it's five a.m, just wanna be your friend
MC Dankien, that be what I do
Converse that's my shoes, CrypDID Nation that's my crew

zebra
My bitch delicious, your bitch fictitious
Gravy so clean, you should see my dishes
Peep how I live think I got three wishes, endless ice, bread,

got two twins by my side
And they came from the east
It's two times the fun since my pay grade increased
I'm stacking my funds and doing the least

Patrol racist as hell, dawg, they be picking on the Mexicans
I might start saying, foo and holmes like the Mexicans
Like, bro, that shit is live, I would

chasing women no simping
Off white sails on now everybody wanna Kick it
Stacks who they kidding
These boys really broke
They be on the net being funny when

look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got

the greatest rhymes
Learn a thing or two from pioneers ahead of all the times
Working on an album, Jay produced, let me speak the truth
Ready or not, here we

that don’t stop 2 Live Crew to ya
Then a little bit of up Iamsu to ya
Let me in I’ma YG "Do it to Ya"
Hit a split on the wood it’s kung-fu to ya
I'll go

with his dried out art supplies
What they taught was lies, cause I just stay lost and cry
Inside day and night, watch time pass me by
Freedom became

have my money by the first,
Or I'll be heated
I don't get a check in the mail,
You'll see police's
They'll put you in a stinky, dirty cell,
Maybe you'll

Let's Ride

Choclair

Now 5

stress, you be left blind, so read it up in brail
Hard rock's coming but they always come frail

Collaboration produced by Kardinal
Now if you want

wanna shine
On my grind is where I be, take a tip from M-O-E
I'm a throed G, from the S.U.C.
Come roll with us come roll with us, if it's platinum
Or gold

you dont wanna see my dark side, just tap into the glow.. i bring life into this game son you pre-season
!they know not to bring the beef here, it's

judge you 

Say fuck you cause they wanna become you

It’s making me sick

Clean slate the like the state of his wrist

It is what it is

Felt no pressure

featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than

I don’t talk to police so if they wanna meet
You can go ahead and tell em where I am
Got the mic in my hand
Motherfucker understand I’m the man with

Crime Scene

The Murderers

Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers

2000

they dreams
Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks

and once I've got it I'mma split
I've been dealing with these demons
They keep me away from dreaming
This shit is more than music, it's the reason I be

And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In

this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em

God Of Rap, Lil B, Rawest Rapper Alive lil B

Bodybags I was out broke in the
Hood you wouldn't copy that
Niggas made fun of me
Niggas didn't wanna