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of the tv, tryna learn ya ways.
Tryna be like AI, in a fresh pair of J's.
Or the black and Asian version of the GOAT number 8.
Emulate they moves, and groove

I'm addicted to the street life surrounded by these bright lights loud pipes
Mo'd a grata like a room full of bits

Like life could be a bitch that's

(Huh)

Yeah baby that's the reason

I spent an extra dub let's forget the greeting

Me plus you and the j that's a threesome

Puff puff up and away like

Art of Facts

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

As Mellow Max passes the blunts to Skully
We're about to come get nutty up in here
Artifacts, nine-six tricks
Sean J. with the beat
Complete,

Betty Cooper
Got 99 problems this ain’t one, no wonder you moerfuckers need a rebate fund
I built me a wall ombres like I'm D.J Trump
Security all day I’m

me catch a charge, please don't make me catch a charge)
I know the real you, nigga why you acting hard
(Make me catch a charge, please don't make me

Of a brown Motherfucker that's destined to win
Couldn't be bested if I had a twin
(Uh)
A soul lost in the wind
A monster created by men
Seeking revenge
Quick

see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just

don't stink
To hanging on by a thread with nothing left in the tank
It's a shame they sold they soul just for some fame
And fifteen minutes later they

the real one, say you're never losing me
Dropped a bag on some Bape and Supreme
I just copped some heat I see you staring at my feet
See this ten by my side,

G'eah, ha ha hey real shit let's go
J-O-D-Y, AKA the Young Gunner, Gunner
AKA the Best Kept Secret though, what it do
Ha ha yeah, A Town to H Town

Or was that only for last nght
Hey-ey-hey-ey-eyyy
I, Slyyy take the pick of the litter
All the dividend splitters, all the real go gettas (Boss up)
Itchy

I remember cold nights
Looking for a purpose
Hoping I'm not worthless
I remember those nights
It sucked and left me hurting
Wondered if I'd be

Kids on the Ave

Miilkbone

Da Miilkcrate

1995

The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's

lips was white
On a scale from 1 to 10 she said it's a 9
Convulsions was real I knew she wasn’t lying
The dope ain't good if a lick don’t die
Got a lick

place for catching Z's

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Q, R, S, T, U, V
W, X, Y, and Z

Sheesh!

remember strugglin way back when
But now I lay back in Maybach Benz
Eighteens in the trunk with bass packed in
He's real he is not one
Of these fake black

on madness
Pussy o pegan gon chit and chat on the snap
But in real life dat boy on mad stress
They don't know what I'm on
Music thing I do this for fun
She

d'esprit
Tu préfères attendre ou le faire toi même?
Hmm
Donc quand le moment est venu
J'ai su ce qu'il me restait à faire

I just did this shit myself
I said

beat on repeat
When we'd twist in the sheets
I put you at peace with my love with my squeeze
Till you get your release
Make you quake at the knees
Bring

on the Pacers
I’m a dog bout it
Ya man was loud up in them bleachers til my dawgs spot em
Had em Razorback logo’d when they hog tied em
They try keep me out

Throwing curves hit em with the uppercut
They pinching nerves but you know they rather cut
Saying that they real but they ain’t real enough
Feeling

dreams can take you very far
In Atlanta
I'm talkin' Kimberly Court Posse, K-C-P
West side, Fourth Ward, on up to A-D-V
I'm talkin' down by the Lawton,

d'oeuvres  
Emphasizingly I emerge as the nicest MC that's ever been produced by the 'burbs
Your enthusiasm I curb like Larry David so crave it 
Your lives