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dishonor motherfucker
Do it to them
Come on
Never got thuggish
Uhh
Yes yes YES
Say whut
Westide eastside ride
Where you at?, where you at?
Where my real

All over the U.S States, even London

I trust the pain, what I say is best
What my studio suggests, my life is a mess
Standing in the rain

‘cause there’s gotta be something
And by the time I’m out the game, see
There’ll be probably be nothing
I’m tryna move to the left and
Keep y’all in

Pot smoking, quite apart from being illegal
Is a problem
The psychological dependency generated by pot
Is probably it's greatest danger
Plus the fact

sits still
Across the Western haze
In daisy chains we
Dance round the rocks
Like pagan monks at an equinox

This religion meant something
Every ritual

my son that every sin yeah I feel his pain
Crossed out by the world when you tryna hang
How could god not be a woman I can feel you strain
Right left

jobs
Complicated mind
Simplify my thoughts
Pops tells me he's proud
But I got different rocks
I got to get them off
Ryan sees me working
Says he's got

Bet that shut em up
My twins hurdle up
Discuss the next play
Load the Kay
Nothing left to say
Shit get set in motion
Like  sails in ocean
making sales

listening
Tune in your ears I'm making it clear with all the things I say
Listen here close you already know Imma blow the comp away

Look, all of these

Now don't be complacent
Making faces
While we're doing all we can
Say we're
Heading to our graves
And there's nothing left to save
We say
Yeah well

that 
  
 Chor. 
 I've got nothing just foolish dreams, 
 my heart has benn stolen by the thieves. 
 Got no talent, got no school, I'll never be strong

Cold Missouri Waters

Cry Cry Cry

Cry Cry Cry

1998

I've had my say I'll confess to nothing more

I'll join them now those that they left me long before

Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri

Da Graveyard

Big L

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous

1995

with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas

blessed.
I done left my homies so I know she got my crew flexed.
As she takes my number, see this lady rocks stillettos,
Sexy sassy with her style, but know

off the porch straight to the weight didn't take no baby steps
Stove top whip it package flip it until it's nothing left
Snow man pitching lane

To lose my best friend, 
My girlfriend
And my sanity too
My dude, got hit by some dude
That went to a different school
Around the same time that my girl

(Pour me up a double cup right now cause I’m faded
Told my brothers we gone make it
BOW
Lips sealed anytime we in the station)

Still looking left

for the hustlas and the steppas 

Verse 1
4 steps to the left if you really bout ya paper 
4 to the right if it’s really fuck tha hata’s 
Show that chop

be the first one
Up by 6am say my prayers then I count my bread
God first then money did that fly over your head
Self made self paid Master P in 98'

Most…,
“…Wanted” mother fucker from the West Coast,
Whose lyrical assault left you exposed,
As time goes on you’re still here,
Banging out music into my

miss her smile and boredom
There’s nothing more painful than remembering the happy days while wallowing in misery
Is it me what you love?
Or my love for

what we not
Then they tied us to the plot
Mind our rocks and left us with rot
That's why I'm trynna be Mansa Musa
King I'm Kunta
Spreading wealth while I

Waving the tec outside with the graviest sweats
Heavy duty you niggas do nothing to me
Uzi all blue soowoo with fluffiest trees
Name a rapper tougher than

practice the next day and having a game that weekend with nothing to eat
And at practice all I could think about was how many batteries I had in my left in