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by piece
Steady makin' all my moves as my stake increase
Oh, surely has his hand on you, you should know
All the times you pop and smoke to feel whole

and try again
Destiny is gonna bring what you desiring, uh

I was broken down like a Boeing
Shotgun wound to the chest, ribs showing
My inferno was frozen

bring the shit home grand slam loaded bases 


Bitches fakin niggas whole hoes I’m exposing cases 
Make em show they faces 

Still thuggin in my old

As my head falls back
I drift into unconsciousness
Relinquishing my body's purpose
Don't bring me back
There's nothing left here for me now
I'm

Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed

Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed

y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
To me, y'all all garbage; I see all of y'all as movin targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic -

conversations make my mind numb
(My mind's numb)
But I can't stand this isolation such a lonely
(Lonely one)
Give me consolation bring your shot gun
(Your

Sweet Love

Rappin' 4-Tay

Introduction to Mackin'

1999

And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)
While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road
While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love
To your

Sweet Love

JT the Bigga Figga

Game for Sale

2001

And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)
While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road
While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love
To your

Little bit of wild side
Lookin' for a good time
She's a little hot temper
With a real short fuse
Dancin' around fire
She's always there
Right by my side

Horsementality

Canibus

2000 B.C. [Clean]

2000

regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
To me, y'all all garbage, I see all of y'all as movin' targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic

of the night
Axe style is my style surrounded by my kind
(And I will not die) No matter
What they want me to
Grown tougher from the change that
They put me

soldier

(T-Rock)
Don't never get next to me 
Although platinum thuggin' is my pedigree
I calculate my weapons,to killin' is my recipe 
Bless it be my

Hey, you right there
Bring your fine ass over here
Come on and let a nigga tap that
Let me tap that

I gotta keep my cool, moulin rouge
Come fuck

vigilante justice
We the fucking people
Of the extorted and abused
Fuck toys by the powers above
It makes me sick to my stomach
Why the fuck is there not more

goggles on every bitch in her fine
Ew she fine
Don't worry bout me
I'mma be alright
Probably just here with my beer
By the fire all night
Little Dixieland

like I run
My crack game you feel me?
Always appear clean but never be
Afraid to be filthy
That’s why Shotgun be flossing his
Bankrolls in the slums so

and your secrets in-into our bed
Yup
Because it cheapens it
Okay
And all the shit that you put me through
It spins in my head
That's what's up
Byebye
Like

Straight north of your heart
And babe when you cried
I felt a lightnin through my heart
You left your sting
I still be dreamin
So bring your drum
And bring

cold, at least you wasn't anemic
They wanna kill me mid-speech
Afraid of my truth a few real niggas left
They hate that I'm proof
My value on demand,

Keli block
Now I can hit it from the evening to Sunday
Pull up on you with the pipe you swinging my way
When I grab you by the waist and hit Monday

stepped in some doo doo (Yeah)
And the parent's mistake, that's why your parents call you boo boo
Give me time to combine with my dawgs, Labradoodles (Uh)

alleys with a pocket full of crack
And man I'm never goin' back
I had friends turned to foes, hid behind closed doors
Plottin' on me for my stacks