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same block where I'm hanging
Everybody gotta tool like we matinence 
That lil gun  you tryna flash i'a take it

Imma dog imma dog I can't help it
But I

Treat it like a gold mine
Forty-Nining for the lines
Ain't pushing on goal lines
Passin by on pharcydes
Tote the pill no co-sign
Pharmaceutical eye

a Tesla shooting yellin nigga drive...
But I'm ...
Tryna be a nigga with a drive ..
But I'm ...
Not even a nigga who can drive...
Bow your heads...
Like

Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

Understandable smooth shit to jump

some real demons
Who in love with the gore
I don't ever call them though
Unless it's guns and war
I don't ever call them though
Unless it's guns and war

RTA ain’t no other way
Lie ain’t never care who tell it
I don’t give a fuck they talking
Those important they respect me
Those who don’t still ain’t

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

Slained by the hands of the blacks

[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape

Big Poppa

Celebrity All Star Jam

Ultimate House Party 2000, Vol. 1

2000

Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree

"I

on podiums
No musical boundry
Jump up pon stage till mi arm all get frownsy
Degree turn up and wake up who did drowsy
Feeling the beat like b-ball is to coby

now (You in danger now)
You a DC here trying to save her now (Captain save a ho)
Was the game, I'm the player now (Bitch what)
By yourself, who you came

Burgundy to Reisling
Flash false flag when I draw the gun
You jump the line like a track-start run
Too fast for you, my Young Son
You faker than blue-tipped

Yeah
Yeah
Uh

If you so hard then why you not working 
You not a God, bitch you a merchant 
Selling yo soul, just for a purchase
Live by no code,

When I'm at the live show it's a different thing
Yeah I'm a different guy
Tunnel vision, head held high
Gun-fingers to the sky

Sippin rum, pineapple

killed your child 
Seeing the smirk on all their faces the father tried to jump the crowd 
Trying to kill them one by one as they coming down the aisle 
10

& brown world... this blows.
I'm just gonna jump in the river....
I don't have a thumb to work a gun or hold a knife
or even open a jar of pills.
I'm just

and outta town with a package got me nooed
cuz i rather take a chance 
before i ever be employed by a cracka who don't view
me as a man but as a boy
cash

ah dime 
They don't understand the pain of a black life

Most of us ain't got no daddy
We were raised by our mama or our granny
We all bastard child's

An outlaw dressed in black where
The tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and
Men of steel rust slow
UFO's float in the desert like

else made us some hot donnies

Listen, I trust my gun more than I trust my mum
You need your heart broken before you hit 21
Even if it feels like you

knock-down-ginger playing run outs
Kinda pissed if you knock for a dealer
And man jump out the window with a gun out
Where you gonna run when your backs to the wall

Chorus:

Hillwood
Hustlaz
You can't
See us
We run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons

First Verse:

I'll take my gun and make you run
'cause it really don't

towns, man up or sit down
Mercenary spits, hired guns on the disc, bound
To kill by the contract, and keep putting hits out

Like It or Not

Soopafly

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000

1999

woman, made me stop and pivot
Body, hair, face, nails lookin' so exqusite
Now what is it
That a pimp who never sent the key tip to the game
Now when I jump

or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts