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planned to be
So life has been a third degree, I'm back in line, now you've heard of me
The son of YAH, mom and pop
Couple blocks from Outer Drive
How we

always in the making
As well as the poster, the album cover
And the live show arrangement
And the web pages
You know time is of the essence
I am like

the trauma
Marijuana fill your pockets though you'll put a fork inside a socket if u some what here the topic all you'll hear is
Takes too long
Am I wrong

There's a rumour that you got
A new girl and I don't come close
She lives round the corner
From your place and she drives her dad's Mercedes

Oh

me
I'm not a drama king
Or a drama queen
It's a character I put on everytime someone drives me crazy
Got attacked by poison ivy
Then the poison ivy

about our communities
You know what i mean
Listen to the words that people say in they lyrics
And tell me is that some real

Started driving sport cars

of a future with you in it
Just hold it down till we famous
You pick me up from the bottom, I prayed for you night and day

Miss lady, you drive me crazy, I

ah have your block jumping like a six four
Lil bro ah shoot the stick till his wrist gets sore
You fool for bussin nuts in that bitch and shit a whore

winning
I put my soul into my art that's the reason I'm driven
It must feel great to stuff a million bucks in a safe
Wear like thirty five chains your drive

spent
Treat your girl like an elbow, cause She get bent
All I spit is the heat
Let the kid vent
I'm here to stay in the game, i should Pay rent
This bitch

can

Now drink the champagne
Remember this day
May it live in your mind, forever ingrained
May it drive you to greatness
This the best Christmas

that Unocal
Lame niggas
All up in your ear
I just you want to smile
Thick as mud
Baby fit as fuck
See them stomach muscles
Live it up
D just bought a bus

run it dry
Is you gone add to the well, or somehow run it dry (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Do this for my brothers (my brothers)
4$ound we the gang, we live by

And y’all never jack each other, but she always in your jacket
Cool summer night, on the stoop, just mackin’
You know what I’m talking ‘bout
Them calm days

Man that's some sad shit
Bitch you just average

I'm average
I may not be the best but I'm not the worst
Never finish last yet I never make first
May

probably with Molly
But no, I ain't poppin', and she in a Wraith
I got it honest, I live by the dollar
Bitch, I put this chopper inside of this case
Pull up

the philosophy

Guess god moves in silence man that's just like me
Put my feet up in the sand I'm always by the beach
Everybody nowadays feels like they need

The Old Prince Still Lives at Home

Shad

The Old Prince

2007

banana seat
Looking like some eight year old kid on your grandma's street
You can go ahead and call me lazy
I just retired real young, y'all, call me

I'll never let the time fly by
And these two minute niggas only know how to wet their noodle
It's bittersweet when all the work you put in ain't truly

hits to clear my head, and that's when I'm gone
Put my heart and soul in this, man 
Wakin' up every morning, I'm blessed
Mapped out where I'm goin' next

And please don't be ashamed, a billboard with my name 
And I'll put it on the route my mama drives every day

This that part where you put in like a dope

Lock & Load

Bone Crusher

AttenCHUN!

2003

the really real

This down South nigga is so trill
I put my fist in the fuck nigga's grill
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
An be talkin' bad

once won't tell you twice
I'm not that nice mixed up with spice
Put you on ice you want to live this life
I'm Hollywood nigga with a dream
I'm a die by

Bro, what's poppin'?
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in

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