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by smoke, that's why I be smoking the most
Whole squad, bitch, we never going broke
Money tall like mountains and our leader is the GOAT

Got Jesus

Dad i know you're dead
But your memories still alive
Years gone by
But you're always on my mind
I miss you alot
But dad I'll never cry
Cause i know

this is jamelia, i want you and this is the blazin squad.

you need to make up your mind, if you love me or if you hate me,
cant take this pain much

by fear and loathing
Of ourselves and everyone else
Well it's killing me this profound fantasy of mediocrity
Can I be myself before the world melts

Oh

blaze
 With bum bitches that run tricks like fuckin' card games --
 I shouldn't listen to what my mom say
 Police squads, they can harass me, never can

battle more
But when you dead I aint gonna light a candle for it
Got a bag and I aint even gotta hassle for it
Got a house boutta turn it to a castle boy

Straight gourmet on dinner plates for all of you to consume
This means with my dogs gonna eat
Pull up and bring a squad full of g’s
In the arena watchin for

made her day
Wait what day is it? Oh it’s Friday
Don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t get paid
Now I’m really hoping this goes my way
What? The nice guys

ain't even gonna do my bail
I ain't tryna ride with no niggas scared to do the jail
If you get caught, he might do the tales
Yo, I was robbing phones

Rated R

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

before they even try to get me
If the enemy tries to mob
Get mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squad
Inmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-in
Chilled

will
But why I gotta lie
And say you loyal when you ain’t
I mean do I got to die first
For you to show me that we fam
I kept it a hunna, about no

we goin all out (all out)
we goin all out (aiiiight)
we goin all out, watch ya ma'fuckin mouth niggas
thats right, fuck them fag niggas pa, do it, do

one I gotta choose
Ball hard with the squad get money, fuck fame
Still do the same stuff stand down, flame Up
Pull up in a new range
Now your whole bus

the squad we're never lacking
Doing shit I can't imagine
Looking at a transaction
I don't do the interacting
All this spitting is my passion
I don't

Title 17 USMC

Canibus

C of Tranquility

2010

still nice with the verbals and I ain't even heard you
Your views, your virtues, what you gonna do
When Martial Law curfews lock down your Rock Band

you finna drop
Young nigga gettin' straight to the money hustle going nonstop
I can show you how I do it but I'm gonna tell you right now 
I might be

Crackin em, killing them softly
You can’t mock me the flows the key
The door is closed honestly
Whatchu gonna do, ain't got .22s
Ain't gon pull up on no

under?
Through the underworld and over world
Principles are so the same
Though we pretend they're not as if
They do not control cocaine
But you'll find

it get outta my sight
Stay in yo lane and get outta my way
Might not be sane and that is okay
Even in the rain I'm gettin' a pay
What do you gain by

gonna be okay
I'm down & out my terror squad just a block away
Asking if I need some bread, it's just a rock away
They tried to ride my wave, steal my

Say that you a god all I see is you sinning
How ya gonna flex but ya fam still hungry?
Put ya squad on but your camp steals money
I don’t give a fuck

Isis, mother fuckers trippin' over my shit
Said there's no way I can drops hits, you should see their face, shit is priceless
Got the whole squad lookin'

125 Pennies for Your Thoughts

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

yeah right fuckin liar
For a dollar twenty-five ain't no way they gonna blast me
Til I heard a shot and felt the bullet fly right past me
Yo! What

Yeah, Who gonna equal this, none of them count
The sum's the whole of their parts so no point in interrupting 'em now
They just divide themselves by