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can't be lucid
Nod away
Feeling shot by cupid
I think I might have
Found my Achilles Heel
A love drunk nigga 'finna crash at the wheel
And you can't go

your bean

You’re coming plain as a  custard creams

I got the sauce yeah the mustard g

Space I ain’t got me enough to breathe just wait

Now I can see

When I throw it deep she get the pop eye
I don't play no more games,no tryout scrimmage
Fuck that say my name shit I'd rather you scream it
Let her have

can't see it in yo eyes
I feel like honesty and pride both have been thrown to the side
You snaked on me lost yo benefits it's suicide
Ain't no turning

I'd love to say I miss the old days but I don't bro
Nowadays I'm so dope, stoned out the ozone
Throwing out bars like a crooked judge sentencer
I'm

the gall bladder with this ball dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is haul-assing down the thighs

to believe me
Going dumb like I'm Phoebe, off my top like I'm ZZ
Double L's where your G's be, dropping gems by the freebie
Pay attention where need be, copy

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mmm mm
Mm mmm
See lately I don't even have to flex
I told myself that I should really get some rest
Aye nigga fuck you

have a lot of laughs together
We've had a lot of good times together
And when the bad times come
I'm gonna be for you
Right by your side
Right by your

anybody G's
I was in the cabin with the cash
And the thought 'cottage cheese'
To all the rap fans that love word flips
Hope you happy, man
If you see me in

you ain't walked a mile in my shoes and seen what I seen
In this shit it's an eye for an eye
But the shit take time, so I play it by ear
Can't hop in my

Speak Upon It

Def Jef

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

1991

killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by

heart and meh drink hit the ground
Know is bad gyal walk in the dance
And gyal catch meh eye when she wine pon the ground
Know she love badman not

me, forever my- sexy extra set of eyes,
ride or die sugar momma, drama queen, ghetto pride,
I get arised by your thug lovin, blood rushin,
nuts bustin,

Yuh, ay, ay, look, yo
This the type of song that uh... you dedicate to somebody special
Just not too special you know - haha -yup... check this

before my eyes, I'm still living
And I'm still gifted, giving back to the world what God gave to me
Let them hear my voice, G-V-O, this not no Jodeci

So boom
Just take a scoop as you scoot by

Kinetic Eye got that lyrical yay yo
You getting served this work cause he say so
Numb your tongue when you

Don't Hold Back

MJG

No More Glory

1997

a sprinter
5-4-3-2-1 enter

[Verse 1]
They talks a lot about ya vibe, ya makin' me feel ya inner thoughts
MJG, want to dip in the sauce
Knock it off, fantasy

Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over

fucking with me

Un look, I'm tired of shitting on these bitches like every time I ride by
Seen you with your girl but you giving me the side eye
Seem like

shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly

the one who stuck around with me from the start

I know I've done shit to make you cry
Bae, I got you something little special so wipe your eyes
Pack your

my nose runny 

Opened my eyes jjc... shits not funny 

My life will be in balance by the day that I die

I hope whoever love me know

My death was not

So special
Look in the eyes of a nigga who struggled time after time
Dedicated life to these words rhyme after rhyme
Eating these noodles warm up