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like, I get like
I been up for about ten nights, my wristwatch tight, better watch the time
Feeling so high, you don't like my style, that's fine by me

like this one."

"It took me many miles." I could tell by his smile
this would bore beyond all hope
One black car was like the other. I was hoping for my

a lot fake bullshit. Still found a way to smile.
I aint waiting round though. Because you might just wait a while..
Word play was the first way I

Do it for the streets, you'll never here me on TikTok
And do I trick, nah, I leave it up to them guys
And if a nigga ain't got no money, my bitch get

Cause my essence is trying to
Transcend to a higher up
I glide by and stuff
On another mental plane
Since I was yay high and stuff
Fuck out my face

Talk faster than russell brand on adderall
So listen up i want you to understand it all
I like revenge you hurt me you self sabotage
Eye for an eye

She's by my side now, we're grazing together,
Told you, man, I'm the G.O.A.T. forever.

But hold up, wait, she's got that look in her eyes,
She's been

fucked with
Come through with the fresh old style, beat get abducted
Pull my vocals out in the lineup, yeah they corrupted
By the glamor and glitz - my

Head she got a long tongue
Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery
I got a light skin bitch
She look

When I pull up on em I'm like skrrr pa
Then I'm like pa pa pa
Duck down duck down
Quiet down no sound
I'm the man round town
Who you trust if it ain't me

right
The goal is being right not just looking right...
With first time wear airs in the air from a recliner
Like can I kick it in streetwear held up by

up
Then nobody’d give a damn
If I needed saving uh
Then would you still give a hand and man
If I could land on my feet I would have
You either look

I'm in the station - hard, concrete fridge
By this pieced-up bridge
She's always f#@*^n' late and doesn't even see the pisstake
Been 2 years and I'm

Mountainside

Bonepony

Traveler's Companion

1999

Aw, aw, aw

Have you seen my worn out walking hat?
If by chance you've seen it, won't you tell me where it's at
It's not some gentleman's derby,

surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse

shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money

[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s

all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man

[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool

I found my treasure, my gold
She damn right pick pocketed my soul
As she walked on by
I didn't even try yeah
Suddenly my heart became my brain
Got

you outta my head
Gonna dance you outta my head
Dance you outta my head

Must be the red wine or am I intoxicated by your style?
I close my eyes

comfortably, see, original style
Timbalands on my feet
Stomping grounds give me second rounds
In town, a ride or bounce, peep the sound
Baby Pa takes the crown

Birthday in Los Angeles

The Maine

Forever Halloween

lights don't mean a thing to me
Goodbye L.A.

You showed me round the house
You took me by the wrist
Introduced me to your pals
The Scientologists
We cut

Record Jock

Dana Dane

Rollin' Wit Dane

1995

Dana Dane
Never gonna let you fade away, away
Dana Dane
Never gonna let you fade away, away
Dana...

[ INTRO ]
Full-circle, 360 degrees Dane
My style

and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way
To Dublin Wack-fol lal le la

In Mulligar that night I
Rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next

a round to make your ego start sinking (Drunken Dragon)
I send your wack ass back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real shit and you can stop