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backin everybody east coast, west coast, the midwest
everything you know what i'm sayin it's all hip hop
much love!

We came from rags and went to riches

and I know that he ain't coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs we don't run it back
I swear it's hard to be a boss, I just lost Muscle, I feel

Because we all take the fast lane only

I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it

out to be twins so really it was two sons 
Where the fuck you think this comes from? My cum duh!!! 
Oh but there’s a chance they weren’t mine huh?

a thousand times
It's no remorse when you intercourse, you can run or stay into the force
I'm in the fast lane, speeding toward a resort
Reputation as one

Back Against the Wall

Crucial Conflict

Good Side, Bad Side

1998

to the red for fucking with us
Now we sick in the head nigga

By all means, it really don't stop, stay out the dark
Keep messing get marked
Face to face I'm 'a

I'll put you in that,
Put you in that.

I promise we'll never go back,
I'm leaving it all in the past,
I'm pressing my foot on the gas,
Moving too fast

rather build a house or two
Move the homeless in it and fill the house with food
Or maybe pay tuition for a kid that’s dreamed of getting
His own degree

book, written in cursive
Killing my flesh daily
C murder like Master P's brother
However you make it to the gates, a soul plane
We deep, Don Cornelius

enough chemistry to have meth labs blowing up
Woa is us
If we to fast then lets slow it up
The birds steady hawking but I know its because 

Yo gorgeous

to see a young nigga havin' thangs
But couldn't stop, get it off faster than he could chop it
Told me one day, if we wasn't signed then he would drop it

Coughing
Uh
Shit works
Fuck it
You know what it is
Back again
The devious two
Coming at you
What you gonna do
Hahaha
You should come and dance with

waters you get 2 things
Life in jail, or a pair of kicks on power lines hanging down by the shoestrings

Don't Step in them waters, my nigga cause you gone

yeah
Confirm that I’m ballin' just strictly by my statistics, yeah
Been thru the bullshit, got thru on my own yeah
Ain’t needed no hand to hold yeah
We

want for shit i been turnt my whole life
Raised by the OGs but i got my own stripes
Still tryna spit game nigga get a life
You don't know me nigga i hoe

the remix
I go by the name of Sacario

[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon

One
Aye do the project one

See we gotta change that mind set 
I know it's fast but did you stop to read the fine print 
They on our ass and look these

Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

die today
Purple jeans off the graphic tee and wearin' white J's
I'm goin' fast to the very tippy-top to win the race
Big dawg, I'm a very big pit, you

you really mustn't darling, I
It seems to be a sudden general explosion of mass homicide
Well, we killed nineteen of 'em today right in this area

to those tapes
He kept it from his life but always owned his own taste
A couple years went by and now he's finished up school
Going to a church and met

but my own shit
Nobody rock it like my own boys my own click
We all got big dicks and
Huge shirts and fitted hats
You look like a hipster
What kind

Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance and if you slang
Then you'd better have yo' Nikes on
Cause when we fight it's in the middle