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like you got a bad infection
Ain't no band-aid for man-made self-hate
It heal slow, but I'm not sure of you'll wait
Education is the medication,

Yeah
You never know what you got 'til it's gone, man
Yeah
By the time that they gimme' my flowers, they gon' be wilted
Only ever watered when they

by the imitators
ain't nobody like me, i sit back take a sip of my tea
eradicate my foes like a terminator
I turn the M to a Dub, my people showin' me

screwed by these honey-do's
But these ain't problems just high class blues

I got those...
High class blues
You know those high class blues 
Just me whining

Like ay replay that track
I'm by myself
 Eye want me
Eye wouldn't try myself 
He clout chasin
Post a nigga quick
Bitch how that Shoutout felt
On God

Holla Topshelf for moon rock again

If I don't make it to home 
Off white on my tombstone
Swerve skrr on the road
Swerve skrr getting dome
Oww can we not

cleared
In a Regent Bank account then it disappeared
We the ones them bitch niggas fear
Doin' fraud in some custom made gear
10k for a wheeler from

911 emergency, please hold
I'd like to report something
Operator, she screamed so loud
I know that's terrible isn't it
God, I mean I never heard

sleep, find me wasted, on my level, maybe twistin up a sweet, find me swirvin lane to lane, maybe searching for some treats, It don't matter what I'm doin

Through the Pain

Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes

Eye Legacy

2009

wait to get back wit you soon as I come off tour
Musta felt me thinkin bout us there you are at the door
Both been doin our thing, but ain't a damn

jeans so you know how we doin
Who you boys think you fooling
Wit my boys and we cooling
(I was in school but I wasn't really schooling
Ain't pass class

what you're doin at my front door
Policeman took my ganja, I got no more
Ghetto livin ain't what I've been prayin for
What I'm sayin
Is I hope you're

Ford tough but I whip my Jeep
Even if you dip won’t trip cuz I got my peeps
What y’all doin over here
Oooh I like that right here
Yeah I go by the name

built like me
Ford tough but I whip my Jeep
Even if you dip won't trip cuz I got my peeps

Turn it up cuz this my new jam
The beat juicy thick as a few

Yeah, still blowin' trees down
Crack my window, it was rainin', feel the breeze now
Just playin' oldies, gettin' through it, days can be foul
I hit

you 

Hey girl
How you doin
My names rashawn 
Last name stallworth
And I was wondering 
If I could take you out
Take you to the house
Beat it

They though i was gone but i bright myself back to life
Buffs on my face and my heart colder than ice
Knew i was gon shine just had to give it some

Know everything you ever said about em
Said it'd curb the problem
Instead what occurred
Was more massacres
Man I can't even count em
God damn
You can

Hey There
What you doin' round here
She shouted from across the street
Just lookin'
That house it used to be mine
Ain't lived there for a good few

Call it Capital Avalon
If you come to my city, you might see what I mean
The city that never sleeps, but it's the city of dreams

chorus w/ad libs by

with no tummy
Blowin' my line up, saying she love me
Doin' damage, phone line jammin'
Miss one call, I'm actin' funny
Right
Sippin' on some bubbly
Got my

the Guinness, the stu I stay up in it
Just a skinny nigga tippin' with it, wicked, y'all just slippin'
I jus keep on burnin spliffies, vapors risen by the dreams

a difference between
Confidence and decadence
Blocks full, bewitched
By the beguilement
Before you saw me
Demiurges incredulous
I think Hov aint never worded it

Doin' it all by myself pushin' the gas, I ain't got nothin' left
Probably the only one left, I do not care about awards on the shelf
If I need that