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rolling up a wood with a black
See the cards unfolding, texas hold 'em, born with motion but I don't know jack
I be rolling through the city with a couple

ChatGPT
Alone in an empty home
The city streets have never felt so cold
I look around and all I know
All they want is to fit me to a mold
Of their

feel this, uh

No time for games, gotta make it in time
Ask me who's running the city, it's I am
Bitch a gold digger, not makin' you mine
Where the fuck

away



And I came back as a man but I kept my smile no gold no Malloy no hoes no Bentley but I keep good aim for this who want to test me don’t sip lean

calling, money talkin'
Line is busy

None of these hoes gon' get me
None of your clothes gon' fit me
I'm in a whole new city
I'm feelin' so damn pretty

My Flows Is Tight

Lord Digga

Game Tight

2002

Verse Two [Lord Digga]
If I can't get this by flowing
I?ma take it without ya?ll niggas knowin
Would hit ya
Fuck up ya city like a twista
Blow up

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
I like killin' anybody, I'm like Anybody Killa
I'm stompin' through yo' city like a little Godzilla
I'll cut ya

People's Choice

Defari

Focused Daily

1999

Verse 1: 

Don't underestimate the reach 

Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach 

Defari  work for Likwit organize 

Dodger hats

on the real, I wanna roll up in a Benz like you
Wanna break bread with my friends and get the mans like you
Put my mothafuckin' city on the map, but first I

the struggles people face while traveling for greener pastures.

It sheds light on the fear of the unknown as travelers move from village to village, cities

of Norothin
Fucking metalheads have come to your inn to spend good time
Liters of golden dwarf handicraft shall flow down our throats
I'll give you our album if

his room with a blunt and a brew

And write lyrics to the beats B.I.G used to rhyme to

Write lyrics to the beats B.I.G used to rhyme to

Months go by

down
Every my punch is
Knockout
You are just fake so
Get out
I have too much force ?
Workout

This city doesn't make me happy
And I don't make happy it

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the game, ain't a rapper like I
How you flexin' with a chain that you really ain't buy
How you travel by a plane, but you really ain't fly
Gotta stay fly

tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat

the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap

the nigga 
By the way it's just y'all at the spot 
Step pops left said the block was too hot 
Cops looking for em said his mans got popped 
Fingerprints

And the beat keep going 

Hone my skills in these verses before I move any further 
From studying albums to rhyming that you never heard of
Schemes that you

knee
King shit, got the key to the city
So hungry I feast
Rage up, bitch I'm a beast
Make a milli' at least
Nobody waiting for me but my album released

people look busy
When DJs check their emails and play a whole city?
Hundreds of people packing in to dance
To summat they've listened to for years, man I

fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score

I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums

back to high school when my sister was a teen and me squatting in that 442 was dream
Ridin' Martin Luther King on 38th with cousin Dominique
By any means

to walk up, to me Sab and slap us
If I'm not in a flag ship, being jocked by bad chicks
Wearin' gucci bag clips you can give me a ass kick
Sir Daily I stunt