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Let me breathe
If you're gonna add your two cents
Add a nick of weed
Niggas dropping dimes
No butter fingers 'round me
No habla ingles when I'm talking

on Just the Facts with
Your friend J jonah J
This city's at a tipping point
It could go either way
But I'm not one to disappoint
I've got a lot to say about

so fed up this love letter
I must spit you
By my side like Bonnie and Clyde
Ugh
Love is blind
When you letting shit slide
Well
You kept it a buck half

around my penis
And squeeze it until my semon is bleeding down to my knees and
I Grease it on mine and your face use it as a war paint
Bat my neighbors cat

to make the fears grow
Consulted by the media
Bulimia and tears grow
You got acne and your peers know
You lack a certain style
Surface smile and a pierced

have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga keep it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your kilo's

done lost too many niggas, I'm just keepin' it real
And half my crew locked up, so I how Im pose to feel
When everyday brothers dying, how Im pose

a rapper
I'm just a freelancer
That's better than half of the rappers you fuck with
You fucked with the wrong one today
I'm the bastard who died
Mastered his

Mind Your Business

La Coka Nostra

Masters of the Dark Arts

2012

and housewives
Who finger themselves to our lives
Mind your business, don't worry 'bout the next man's plans
'Cause there's a very thin line between a fan

what yesterday was
Knowing the best is yet to come, that sees me through the day
Cause the waves of emotion are deafened by your grace
Trials

shoes)
(You can't walk in my shoes, in my shoes)
Look, my era sold crack, making hundreds fold back
I moved it by the half brick while y'all was selling

one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make

are just clones though
Copying a trend until it dies
And then you go broke
The domino effect when you ain't
Focused on your own dough
And I ain't

That when you plot on other niggas, it just bring on your demise
So I focus on myself and worry where my trouble lies
And I never raise my hands

Bring It On

Too Much Trouble

Players Choice

1993

grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two,

give your life for
You can get skyed by, served like a drive by
Yah I meant drive thru like
How? what? why? who?
Take you off the map and have
Your

That when you plot on other niggas, it just bring on your demise
So I focus on myself and worry where my trouble lies
cnd I never raise my hands

The Experience

Skyzoo

Music for My Friends

2015

and speaking of
We was surrounded by it
And ducking all the jewels from the users on that diet
And we ain't have the heart to try it but saw the brave ones

and blamin'
Me for hatin' on you
Pssh, I got way better things to do
Never forget this is America, banks rob you
Raise your hands up and pay that ransom
We made

bust 'em
I spit all that sick stuff
To which your not accustomed
Like bein' on beats is like
R Kelly's on percussion
Killin' these tracks is like
OJ

hear stops tickin' as I rip out your spine, you out along with your half ass rhyme,
Battling Ciphah, without protection, yo the only one apon that is my

rushes through the sky
Like the blurry memory of a race car zooming by

My fingers shiver
My shutter shudders
Not fast enough to capture where the wind

a nigga out his Nikes

She married to The Game, that's wifey

Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee

P in the backseat finger fuckin' her

Swear by the end of the week got the two on the bed and their both on their 4s
While you be liking her pictures I swear half of the time she be messaging