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to get up out my residential
cnd by the way, I've got a flow that's hicki-Heaven-sent, yo
But never dental, so bite down, but you'll get more than you can

It's not gonna reach down help me out this hole 
Didn't take me long to know
From the late nights spent 
Sitting by that bed
From the hours spent running

I'm different cause I say what I want
I'm blunt and shit 
If there's a cure for this
I don't need it, and I don't want it 
I'm wild, loud, and rumble

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

And we ain't even put out an album yet
Know where the holy is
My soul is pure
Ain't no door
To walk out this game of war
I still thank the lord
My

If you made it this far, all I can say is thank you. Thank you for listening to the album. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for going on this

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

tough to have fun? 
Frisked at the door so I know it ain't the gun 
In your waistline that got you shootin daggers in my face 
When I rhyme - times

- Respect it please
Or I'll infect each fucking section
With selections up my sleeve
Then inject a Cure for free
To resurrect you whores and seize

Let Me Out

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks

loaded they may kill you for 
Fighting on your knees that means they might Kapernick
They sleeping on it... keep pushing us we be at yo door mat
Fully

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

lessons, I won't forget
I gotta sate my need to be independent
And I don't really care if you don't like my methods

So watch me walk out the door, I bet

by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If

you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored

Chanel

thanks to former souls who chose
Please lock the door before you go
Those yet to step to the unknown
Be safe, I'll be at the end of the road

Let me tell

and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

concur that I'm here to conquer conquistador 

No puppeting  

No Kankuro

Who really want war

King Kong at your door

Motherfucker really want smoke

high person e go be as if na AZ
You don too sleep my guy you need to raise head
Brokeness na disease and doctor nor fit dey cure am
Who nor get body dey

telling everybody 
But the last person seem to know is you 
I just got sick of being the fucking glue 
Why we aint have another album 
Em gave you a clue

your weakness. 

Welcome to our slice of heaven,
Leave your life by the door.
Sing with us and do not question,
You are now one with the four.
Convert

to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by

on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell,

posted on the block
With a brick, drug house and me
I'll be turning white to gold fiends, love the alchemy
Yeah I know I'm nice, won't hold the door for no

Running outta ink, I still goin' write
Raising the damn bar of musical excellence
Rappers sound illiterate, while I express eloquence
My album is