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stayin' out the way respectfully
Where is the love?

How the fuck we make America great again?
(Sheek) when it ain't just white people
Them niggas on your

cocked
You move wrong I hit your ass up thirty shots
Saw a bunch of young niggas
With sticks around your block
Run up in yah crib
Show 'em your safe

Pan-Pan-Panamera 911
Porsche, Pan-Pan-Panamera 911
Porsche, Pan-Pan-Panamera 911
Porsche, Pan-Pan-Panamera 911

Hopped out the Phantom, icy white teeth
Step outside,

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

And that's a dangerous thing, 'cause niggas got no heart
The great white shark bite, got blood in the water
Late night gun fights, detained at the border

gonna have to plate this car 
Cah the insurance link's been grabbed by feds" (pissed)
Plus the A-road route's too far
To try dodge the ANPR camera lens

The Devil's Henchmen

Pamela Means

Single Bullet Theory

Hate on the trigger is a deafening sound
Faggot nigger hit the ground
A day in the life of the great machine
Men in hoods of white parade in

R.E.M.E.D.Y.

Remedy

Code: Red [Bonus Tracks]

2005

Another chapter in the storybook, one more sung
And it's so true, only the good die young
This great country has gone to hell
Nobody listened til the Trade

Man of the Hour

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

operating rooms being fed by intravenus
seen as off the radar, my dark laser
will drop eight stars, and chop holes through quasars
a powerhouse, brute force

Let's Do It Again

Ms. Chambers

Don't Judge a Book by It's Cover, Vol. 1

2000

out on the floor
She told me Lo snap your finger when your ready to go
So you know I feel great, I can hardly wait
Hit the Waffle House and get

Regulate

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

[Royal Flush]
It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way
Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day
The ennesex pull out the driveway

weights
I blowin Kush it taste great
Come 50 deep like da mob
I'm stackin stack after stack
so haters get on ya job
I'm callin shot after shot
whether you

a rapper's new Bentley coup
I'm done with fake love and the fake ties 
I got niggas scared to cross me now like state lines
Like I said my shooters shoot, hit

to grind 24 8 
We was putting up shots in a fucking crate 
Fast forward years later we was living great 
Coulda bought a Lamborghini coulda bought a rafe

the place
And go insane
Whatever it takes
Just to feel safe
They gon fall like a bunch of snowflakes
Make you go blue
That's a fucking cold face
Put white in

Weren't there when the gangdem beat it
Gyal don't know about the things I'm feeling
This pack come white 
But seasoned bro wagwarn for the filament

straight from your hands and your knees
So glue your face to the scree, I'm basically as great as it's seems
I'm patiently waitin' my fame to hit the sake

shift
I got a car I pull up I don’t get lyfts
make em drunk wen I hit them in the temple no Shirley
Bag hitting great because I roll so pearly
Yo bitch be

Men of Respect [Album Version]

Kasino & The Lox

Nasty Girl

1998

the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits

Ruth? or
The Great White Hope like I'm Narcan
Or the popular vote?
Or a good first-person shooter
For an empire on the ropes
I'm off my meds in the Tesla

Two's on a draw that was Qwayback Qwayback
Pedalling piff no breaks man
Sunset smoke by the lakes and talking trips to the far east Asia
Me and bro

don't need no money to make great hits all that I need is inside of me

where was all the unity?
How dare you run and scream that Black Lives Matter?
When only shot by BLUE or WHITE, are Black. Lives. Mad-der!
What

It's one in the same as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya dig?
And you gotta keep it playa all the time, man
You ain't even gotta keep it G
You