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some shit, I seen my son virtual
Man, you hurtin' who?
Every time I see my youngin's smile, that shit get me through
We could still be in the same

'em, bitch
I'm full of pills, I'm sorry mama
Them niggas slang that fire and Molly, pop it
I can't squash it, it's a must, you know I gotta
I been

your Carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me
I was smiling wid him
J Hus pass by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper
I just

the fuck is you with me?
I’m out by my lonely
You tellin’ me "Give up somethin’
You really want it" everythang I brought up
They be talkin’ down on it
Tryna

figured I'd create the version
Wit bald tires, yall Liars, in them lanes just swerving
My wordplay be perfect placement, I know it makes you nervous
Couldnt

you butt
Was stealing all I gain, I don't know no other way
I'm cooler than the M6 play
I run with drug niggas who ya one day
One pay, one K
Sun

was just the one two
Speaking the ones who sit still to a full moon
Echoed to the youth we lost too soon
And too the youth we lost too soon
For

Go by
That I don't know my peak 
What am I bound to find
By my feet 
With a dead me
Looking at a new me I
Stomp on the me on the ground
Who do you

but you do it for glory
Like who’s gonna tell the story of the lil black boy
Just tryna be a kid but they robbing his black joy
They say that I need

And I'm talking to myself cause nobody know me better
Talking to myself cause nobody know me better
Talking to myself, hoe you think you know me? Bet

talk to
I know who you talk to in the dead of night
And you say you done nothing wrong
No ones out to get you
Nobody here even noticed you arrived

Bet

it
I ain't come here just to hold a discussion
I see the truth and I see that you runnin'
I got a bag full of blues and I'm thumbin'
I can't slow down

Terror Squadians

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena [Clean]

1998

Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick!

Now who's the underated pro, they scared

Hollywood Miamis little version of the boondocks
We beat up on the trash cans and who thought
I'd take it the level we all know only a few rock
Better than

of this
Regrets and mistakes
Life's just full of it all it seems
But it's not all the bruises
That define who you are
It not all the failures that 
You

All your society is around you telling you who you are
It's very important to tag people
We get worried and taken by surprise by someone who doesn't

The Proud

Talib Kweli

Quality

2002

is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks

call paradise
Sing my name I know you want to
Read me clear I know it’s hard to
This pain won’t last
You’re full of that
But it’s all passed
And you

Memoirs full of compounds
I'm up, but I been down
What cost I was bought out
On Mars like I'm gone now
Full charge, but I'm burnt out
Been lost, but

a gun, more than a knife
The tip of your tongue just glitter
Would the pain always win your gain? (Nah)
How could you bet? It's damn checkin' game

flies
Or who's there by your side
Or how much time goes by
You're still thinking of me
You're in my head rent free
In all my memories
And like me I'm

Christmas is here
We’re full of cheer
Whether its summer or its winter, oh who cares?
If your christmas time
Looks different than mine
That’s  even better

[Intro - Krayzie]
Yâ¬"all know who it is: BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY, HARMONY, HARMONY

[Chorus - Krayzie & Flesh]
They know Iâ¬"m crazy by the flow
N-gga

you ain't seen before

I got D'usse bottles
And my bad bitch model
Like we fuckin' hit the lotto
I'd be dead by tomorrow
If I went full throttle
Bring