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slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents

Right Now

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

sleep 
Very unclever ways to get paid by lucky, government detectives 
And agencies they hunt me, so funny how I never thought 
Credit would just slump

targets I'm laying landlines
Can I, change the fucking game
No need to stand by
Finger fuck the trigger til you
Bleed and need a tampon
Pussy niggas losing,

anymore
I swear when this album drop they gon' hate me some more
You gonna see red everywhere
Like a steak when it's raw
Fuck around and call me M.A

you ain't got no bread to buy it

I been in a different zone I just been activating
Your album flopped, you got no bars, mine went fucking amazing
You

My Life

Criminalz

Criminal Activity

2001

and smokin Mary Jane

[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]
My life is full of sin, too much drama in California
Niggas runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma
Or worse,

niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same

next month
You asked what I was working on, I said I'm writing an album of love songs
I laughed and said love songs are dumb
And I said yeah, wait

Grump’s as real as a three-dollar bill 
Shady deals and never-ending promises
A Nude Yorker, if you like his shtick, I have a great 
Bridge to Brooklyn that

the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I

I’m the one, I’m just surrounded by 3’s and 2’s 
I got a line around the corner waiting on me to lose 
I’m done with phony kickin, I can see that ain’t

next month
You asked what I was working on, I said I'm writing an album of love songs
I laughed and said love songs are dumb
And I said yeah, wait

have so much confidence 
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist 
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by

that shits weak
started with the big 3 
Now I'm ending it with just me
J cole already tapped out
I don't kno why he backed down
might delete later? It

three letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' down finham
When Felix Mitchell shut the block

cuz the place so nice 

2ND VERSE
3 o clock in the morning muh girl up and say that she going by the neighbor 
When ah ask she what time that she coming

minutes
Procrastination, on the creation, of this a compilation

Followed by a citation, of this album acting like sedation
Fuck you and your frustration

ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only

Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his

ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with

off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this

Question three, who producing your album man
Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool & Dre
And the list goes on pimping I'm coming down,
hundred miles

one time (music for my niggas Volume 3, take flight)
That's Migos and Drake at the Versace store (take flight)

Versace, Versace
Medusa head on me

with that overexaggerated run (huh?)
These niggas drop they albums, might shoot 'em a text
It's just me, you know, congratulatin' my son
I'm showtime,