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Take this picture so your memory last a little longer 
Feel the burn, feel the rubble, getting nowhere problems  
Pop a pill, procrastinate album

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M.O.P.

Warriorz

2000

"monkeys on parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"mop: to the death" sold?
And if "how about some hardcore" went gold?
What up with these r&b

to prison
But I'd rather my kids come visit a nigga livin
So it's back to the block, got my Glock in my pants
Got a nice 16 for wherever we tryna dance
Stop

Oh shit I feel prodigal
Good kid on the honor roll
With much to give but tell me what it takes
Cause I swear that this ain't the normal honor code

doesn't work
You want me on your album well at least it's about a k a verse
I don't do it for fun i do it for real over the years i developed a skill

out here in my dojo, I know how to add kicks
I made my whole album solo, y'all can't call me average
I'm always on the go-go, y'all can't grasp this

Lionel Mess
Clean cut fresh fit
With the gold on my chest
How I'm coming
Is how I'm dying
Word to the West

All I ask for the truth and the loot
Provide

Lionel Mess
Clean cut fresh fit
With the gold on my chest
How I'm coming
Is how I'm dying
Word to the West

All I ask for the truth and the loot
Provide

the battle and saddle up
Matter of fact when I'm steady to the channel
I'm able to beat any criminal, I'm capable I be the interlude
Between the album

Shit on You [A Cappella]

D12

Shit on You [US CD]

2000

the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see

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,

it, I'm out the closet, I got a lot a pride
But I'm just getting by
So what do you expect me to do?
I'm out here trying to learn myself while I'm trying

I'm on Pluto getting domed by indigo hoes
These smurfs love my hose they really petite
Makes my dick look like 2 feet
Turning green they envy
How I

Me and the Biz

Masta Ace

Me & the Biz [Vinyl Single]

1990

dance like if I was Albert Alien 
People just love it when the Biz starts to play 
With my (beatboxing), and by the way 
Skeezing with a girl is

(flash)
We don't sell drugs (nah)
We get paid off the pension
Niggas lack presents like broke kids on Christmas (they broke)
The wish list was filled
But

like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might

the only thing
That is friendly
I don't need a Beamer Benz
Or a Bentley
To have a whole slew of
Bops compliment me
The gold in my teef
Was done

p
Lord by my side you'll see
I'll Cleveland Brown this beat but I'm still a family guy like Pete
Lean and bop when I step on street
Nike boy just

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

again it's the warmhearted yet cold blooded cat with the baritone ya girls loving and flows flooded with gold nuggets
This concrete maze I rose from it by

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th

shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got

off
Is making music that doesn't appeal to the masses
The only way that I could get props
Am I discredited by my success
Or all these sexy women getting