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for you"

Discharged from the Gulf War the very same year
I came home with a carton or two
Of cigarettes and mix tapes and bullets from a gun
That my

Yeah, Divided Black (Arrrah) it's a vibe
Step into the club with my boys by my side
Bags full of cash money, big pride
We`re the center of attention,

down, fall down
We ain't worried 'bout tomorrow only thing is you
Only thing is you and I
If the sky, if the sky
Begins to fall down tonight
Fall down,

on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

[PMD]
I

[Intro:]
Ay dawg. if you lookin for plies in da club, know what I'm sayin.
I'm easy to find bro. only thing u gotta look for is all da goons bro.
I

tap in

I think you already know
Its fashion from head to my toe
Pour up, i'm moving real slow
Then I hit the club with my woe 

I'm feeling numb
Take

P soon as I hit the club nigga
If you ain't bout them peace signs I don't fuck withcha
Nigga, If I talk it, I live it
What you make a year I go

seem fine, but only now. 
You'll change once the sun goes down I
Don't realize how it goes
Till' everything implodes. 

Crawling down the street, 
I'm

poems that roam further

I serve the murder then beef it to hamburger

I'm only kidding

Knowin' godamn well that's hard to spit

Fans call me mix tape

Got these diamonds in my chain
You know I keep things legit
Walking 'round the town
So I keep a pistol whip
Faded off the dank
So I mix it with a sip

(Shit)
Multiplying by every thought
Hard to walk a straight line when you're constantly in a fog
Blinded in a mental Holocaust
A dissallusional paradox

come back after seeing the better me
Get off of me
I got better chicks and better mix
Only the bros can see
The better me
Ya

What do you mean
Shawty

Lastonesleft

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on the sweet submission, guess I'm the last one left

I got my back against the wall
Gat chillin by

Wonce Again Long Island

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

super emcees
Steppin' to me with your pleas that you gots butter rhymes
Man, the only thing butter 'bout you is your spine
Mad yellow, you can't rock

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Friday night and I'm litty
Hit the club by myself, no one with me
Seen a bad little thing sittin'

the fuck
Anybody could ever be as hot as us
Got me in the club tippin bottles up
Like I’m sorry officer
But can you please not follow us?
Cuz I’ve been just

A Charmed Life

J-Live

The Beat Generation: 10th Anniversary Collection

2011

absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read

By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready

that cul-de-sac me and AD
Right back in the mix
Hits
Sending em
Blitz
No tag playing bitch i'm it
It's only a few that popped out of the Low
By the look

lost

Looking for love in all the wrong places
Like a line at the club
That I don't care to stay in
Can you check the wait list
(Is love in there)
Check

a rich nigga, slicker than this
And if you see a hatin' ho, blow a kiss (mwah)
Bop-bop-boppin' through the club, I see it's ballers in here
Miami in

still ain't learnt, it ain't worth that
And he's so fly, wanna be famous
Only posts if he wants some validation
Throwing money in the club like it ain't

Yo, ayo, yo
This motherfuckin you know what I'm sayin?
Word up, Akinyele
We ain’t even done disrespectin this
Beat right now by rhymin
This is

leaving here with me
You're the only one I see in this club
And I just wanted you to know
Girl I'm hypnotised by the way you move


Chorus


Hypnotised by

measuring my worth
By the digits of my rate
Like the 27 club is really
Feeling like my fate
Only have 5 years left
I gotta try to make them great
Sniffed up