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Move in silence they get mad when they can't talk about it
These niggahs snitching come around like you forgot about it
Just by the look on your faces

Verse (D-Cipher):
Don't trust the hype, come hear the evidence,
They can't believe what comes out my mouth, I'm like the President,
Step and you

I only love my bed and my mama, I'm sorry
That's facts
What's up, Michelle? Miss Michelle
That's what they call you 'round the way, right? Uh

clutched
While I hold it down
I need y'all ta hold em up
Wash rappers then I fold em up
Rollin frozen, you still ain't cold enough
My ego subzero icey,

Now we livin sober
Devil he can't hold us

Gotta be there for each other
That's what Jesus showed us
If you feelin stuck, need help gettin up
Bro you

to pray
I can't believe what he did that day
Suicide, that ain't the way to go
But he was indecisive about a way to go
Suicide, that ain't the way to go
But

and lock herself inside
The roo-ooh-ooh-ooh-oom, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

She only did it once, all by accident
At least that's what she said, believe it

done clouded my vision
Detox this outta my system
Misplacing you envy, my story died with your mention
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger tears

to OD
Blessed if you actually know me
Shout out to my crew of homies
Who saved me from my lonely
Showed me what my soul needs
Hold me down when I'm out

to hold and I got sum to prove that's what I'm doing it for
Never change on my brothers you gotta stick to the code
I'm picking up the pace runnin' shit

fuckin' freezing
Months going by, I don't even feel the season
Locked in my room like the world is the reason
Stepping outside, give a fuck what you believe

I'd knuck up your punk mug for thinkin you thug son
Don't care what borough or block that you come from
I'll eat you for lunch, drink the pulp out your

road that holds all the answers (Allahumma, Allahumma)
Open you heart to something greater (Allahumma, Allahumma)

His holy book speaks pure and true

Kiss Your Ass Goodbye

Sheek Louch

After Taxes

2005

in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?

You can kiss your

dealing
Said she love and she got me but she leavin
Now Im going up a notch don't believe em
I can see all the swag that you stealing
Yeah she broke some

around with my gun by my side
I walk around with my brothers by my side
Looking straight forward cause' I know they got my side
Byakugan from all the smoke

the fences

Life has you on a choke hold and you can barely breathe
cnd too broke for a slice of the cmerican Dream
Where perception is questioned for more

overlooked you’re tripping on some shrooms, lad
(Hey Riinya) what’s that? (Lock and Load) that’s right
Your career’s up in smoke like a crack pipe
Give me time

you don't wanna drop be still 
Damn, I can't believe this 
But you can best believe this 
Today, I'm on another mission to get paid 
Serve what I

a certified gorilla
Born off in the D
You might catch me pimping sluts
Son there at Big T
Hold up homeboy
You don't want it with a G
You ain't heard I'm S, T, R

Gonna hold them down 
I aint gonna pick them up
Demons have been found 
All fucked up 
All fucked up
Mask off man I see clearer 
Stabbed in the back by

You've got this hold on me
And I just don't know how
You do what you do
I'll never get through to you
If I never get over this
I will forever be your

don't expect you to ever comprehend is
Why (Wottal?) Atkin's so self defensive.
The neighbourhood shotters have all seen what it's comin' to.
Local

These lines they just kill light
Darkness hold me real tight
It's all love doesn't feel right
I'm blinded by my insight
Time to unify and bridge this