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through the bottle, Man this shits depressing
It's like I'm playing Russian Roulette with a Smith & Wesson
And I'm just try'na count my blessings but

that’s what it will take to turn my “I’m hurting” statements into “ I’m fines”
Lord I’m trying, 
To the wannabe gangsters, yeah all that street rap is

The way we cruising down the i ten
Riding low
West Coast
West Coast
Welcome to the wild Wild West
Ima Will Smith this spit, Chris slap
Let me show you how I

a rasta, got the dread locked
Sleeping on bedrocks of temper tantrums
Same impulses that be carried by my death squad
CAGE the motto, really trap our devils

from the Smiths

We just fucking and vibing, not looking for a missus
Ain't never been an act, I've been the same, I'm from the trenches
And I've been

hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)

Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith

While you sacrifice your health 
I’m just trying to be myself 
By working on my health
Knowing my health is wealth 
When I’m done your reflection 
Will be

Took the lift to 35th, bumped into a burly guard
still surly from workin the early shift
Bumpin' some girly shit as he passes by with his iPod

to give one to this hot melanin
It ain't a thing, I came from Buttabing
So Will Smith never taught me what independence is
I'm from the era of the genesis

rapping who you know that’s really topping me
Ain’t no acting proper when they coming for your property
All this war for money
Life is just a big monopoly

Ridin Dirty [Abn Remix]

D.Jay Since

Down in Texas, Vol. 4

2006

see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with

Ain't no cartact 
Touch the mic is hot 
You can Check the thermostat 
That is just to tell you This is exactly where the hell we at 
Make her purr
So I

don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By

Ugh It's Poet Chane Illmania yeah woah

Yo I pick up a fucker in advance thats twice
Hi I'm poet Chane by the way Half man Half vice
A chainsaw is

said with no heso' and stopped
Just to be blocked by the words
He did mock to say

This is the mission of the day
In fact! It's the mission
This is

the tracks
See ya in the barracks

That Was Vinson
Even he Tried Rappin'
You will hear this
Then make a Shake it Up Remix

See what You've Done?
I don't know

times still got more
Numbers than you ever will
Family members wanna make the will
When you up like a smith in Beverly Hills
Heard they want my head,

Everything I do do to get ahead 
Cruisin 110 bad bitch giving head 
Time move slow when I go 
Down this road of my timeless soul 
Guess this just how timeless

my roots for centuries
None of my kin can leave this country
None of my wealth gon' build a company
I don't see truth, just pain and sufferin'
While

hopping on the track
He broke his flow just like a Kit-Kat!
Cruisin' in my race car yeah I'm swervin' on 'em (SKRT!)
Sike, it's Ford Escape, I'm

a few and I know what's happening
Splitting, spitting out every syllable

Peace  just to end somebody's career
Your life is on the other line to make you

lives and i rather been stung by 
The hive yes okay high five to the supporters i would give you lot water flowing rowing boat 

You can stand on while my

about how
Many man I've have murdered
And you may find it boring
Appalling and I ain’t scoring braps
From your little rat packs
For just stating facts

We'll sling blank tapes 
Just to be home by Saturday
It's Underground