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they ain't notice (What)
Asking what type of hypnosis (What else)
Throw it out, they ain't notice
Had to just doubt it was folks
Tell 'em you niggas is

man you shoulda known it was more to come than that
Oh that's who you got, place your bet
Yea outside that's where they at
If i ride by i nod my head

the facts off the cognac
Same shit that's making em sicker

Sick of it I'm really sick of it
Can't fuck with bitches they lips is too loose
Showed them door

girl pass you by
Look real close, 'cause strobe lights lie
We about to have a party (Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go 'head, shake your butt)

instead of getting help I just bottle it all up on the shelf by itself
I'm compelled I have held onto so much shit that's happened to me
And everything

waterlogged
Maybe it’s the alcohol
Told em that shit won’t slow me down
Actin like we ain’t know you now
Told me that she won’t hold me down
Backing off my

I'm fallin' for it
Let's take it to the top you've been down before
Now hit this here and tell me what you been frowning for
Hit it and close the door

chasing me (Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooh, ooh, ooh, finally getting cash (I finally got it

the time dawg
I done hit em' with the rhymes dawg
Keep my mind up on the grind dawg
They been wantin' me to dumb it down
They can't read between the lines

boy you gotta eat
Got me a shorty treat me like a king
Whenever i call she dont let it ring
She know im a stoner vlone on the tee
Jus walked into saks

they body ain't nothin but a scheme
Can't knock y'all hustle we all out for 1 thing
Ferg and Fame doin big thangs
We them big dawgs, tell em Fame
Listen

Made in America

T-K.A.S.H.

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

Shootin' jumpers as the boys in blue pass me
Casually
I pass cream to the crack fiends
The other day a first Lieutenant was moded
Started up the car

best start running

Yeah, My demenor is high class
Fake bus pass  hidden up in my side bag
Rocking no designer but these tees boy you might snag
I just

ain't diddy bitch (Woo)

I'm getting bread it's adding up
I don't know how to act now
I'm punchin' in I'm pulling up 
To tell these bitches back down 
I'm

yolo

We stompin bompin it
We bodied i stamp it
Pass by i clamp it
Reckon the hights then i ramp it
Get a understanding
Bitch im not standing

Moss like

yolo

We stompin bompin it
We bodied i stamp it
Pass by i clamp it
Reckon the hights then i ramp it
Get a understanding
Bitch im not standing

Moss like

A little boy I am inside still, wishing he were back
Wishing I could tell him how I valued his impact
It won't be in vein, but Lord all this pain

was
six It's a list I'ma get when I'm pissed
Tell them they can't rap, so don't diss And my aim perfected, I won't miss

It's a game of checkers, you

in the cockpit
Niggas better stop it
Dodge em like some Asteroids
Laser tag blast ya boy
Star wars use some force
I dont touch the ground Stay lifted

team
She go got cartridges of that crew
And we lick it out on they road
J Boy's always been a bit cocky
Man just take your bitch, she get low
And I

em close
I see the problems between
I couldn't tell you what's right
Know that I'm living my life
I couldn't tell if it's right
Know that I'm better

I rebuke them, I'm speaking my truth and
Hit em with the Hadouken (douken)
The blasphemy in music
I just wanna pass the day in the booth and let it

at death in the aftermath
They get high
At last
Their face is covered with a mask
To blind their eyes
When life keeps passing 'em by
Slaves to the white

it ain't gone fall from the sky to ya

I remember not having my own ride
Walking my whole life
Ex-Bitches honkin laughing at me as they pass by
In my