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The One With My Friends

Fern

Marty for President

2015

Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
Let

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz!
Volume two!
We back niggaz!
Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is

I flipped my shit and caught a case
Looking at my fans like I can't ball without a base
They understand, ride till the end
Now bow our heads and let

who's this  
King of the south new TIP 
Number one on your top five list I moved Kiss  
Punches hit hard as Akuma's ah-du-kin 
Sign my name next

Regular Guy

Murphy Lee

Murphy's Law

2003

a carnival

But y'all won't let me be or see
'cause I'm so D F that I'm considered a G
I be H I off J's, K's and L's
Um, M, N, to the O's, they can't tell

Real Brothas

BG. Knocc Out

Real Brothas

1995

your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little

My bass shit on your bitch, on your wrist and your full clique (Paw)
How d'you get there buddy?
You don't even know
The others know the answer
'Cause

an option
Must defend, if up to to them, we'd be locked, eatin' toxin 
Flamin' tool in plain view, could never let the cops in
Least one foot in squares,

a little bit smarter next time. ain't tryna get locked by the Vetch Fields
Bare unmarked c.i.d and X Fives
Fire, It's hot just like how lead feels
On job

draw Four
I bet they'd love it
Forks are flying right above us

Rocky, please tell me that's cake
One by one they're declared safe
Liy's out, thats

much vodka
Can't see me with ten binoculars, so cool
No doubt by the end of the night
Got the clothes coming off til I make that move
Somehow, someway,

Step With My Goons With My Goons I Step Yeah We Got The Parties Lit,						
Not Safe If My Chargies In No Cap Told Migs Let The Barbies In,

was always by my side
I thought it'd never change
Like how'd I get this way

I got one last brain cell
To ruin my day
So I'ma give it away

I had 99

Yo
Hehe
Yo this beat's fucking sick
Let's do this shit
Ahem

Unh
Back in in the Briar a try-hard
Yeah by far the best
But that high bar's a bitch

to show
But the bell ain't rung so
Let's rebuild and regrow
Meet me by the pool side
Cuz I feel like
We gonna catch this vibe
Hey yeah gonna party all night

Texas 2000

Mr. Mike

Hip Hop Decade, Vol. 1: The Hot South

1999

[ VERSE 1 ]
My ghetto niggas survive and hold hands, we live
And old men embedded the game and aim 4-5's
And blindsided females, we mesmerize them

Ooohh
Oooohh
Mmm
Yeah
I chase a check till the morning
Engine is loud and it's roaring
I'll skrrt a V12 its a Foreign
I ball like LaMelo, go hard

now...
Yo!

Verse One:

I rock slow and easy like soul
The New York flow  is strictly for the pro
Hip hop! Ladies and gents
So you can know  every word yo

little guys you get minimized
Now let me give advice
You should hit notes and improve your flow though
If you miss notes you should tune your vocals
If

protecting me
And while we at it let's end all of the silence
No longer can we sit complacent 'bout this violence

And some of y'all won't even try

my fam
My team my friends or my land
8/5 and 5/8
That's full circle you cannot relate
I pull purple when they not awake
Cuz otherwise I'd get a lot

Nigga I'm just a product of environment I'm in
Invited this lil vibe, now she finna eat her friend
Get hoes in by the fives, I be forgetting who I'm with

'part of the five/I'd rather be a rockin robin

Life's like my feed/I need that shit to be clean
Greatness the only option/I woke up in 23
Girl's got

sack
By the end of this you'll be saying Resin murked that track
I bet you didn't think that this was gonna hurt that bad
Motha Fucka! It's time for you