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it’s time to go change yo list
I’m a rook but I’m but still on some veteran shit I think that I need me a letterman bitch 
My lyrics so hard like

Time to show these pussy niggas
What the business is
Catch a nigga lacking
Ain't no fucking witnesses
Load up the clips And get wicked
Spark it out

Learn through our scars
And find new pathways
Spit you some smooth bars
Put away your bad days

Some days don’t feel like the rest
With you by my side

gangster bitch, he know I'm gon' hold him down
The only bitch that he know, ride with hella pounds
Real street nigga, gotta keep a solid bitch around
Not

Being black and breathing's a crime
And King had a dream in the future that we could shine
X's theme was by any means; Do you think it's the time
Cause

Yo
Just sayin
Yeah, hold on
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Nigga wanna be just
Yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin
Yeah, yeah, nigga wanna be just sayin

asleep
To believe in the dream in the first place, sheep
They treat us like livestock, feeding us the peasant food
That's why I drive by, because I don't

Trapping through the streets yeah I'm feeling pretty good
Dropped four mollies now we rolling rolling down the neighbourhood
I can't sleep my thought

Like I said you drop yo last song that shit is flip flop
Get you one, stick around, my bro we need a black jack
I gotta understand if I miss they gon

Niggas quick to get to tellin' soon as they put that time on em
Thought you was solid, but you know niggas born phony
Ain't fuckin' with nobody, come down,

of the club we could get it goin'
Throw it back on me baby, do it to a couple songs (damn)
Lemme grab you from the waist, ain't got time to waste
Wanna spend

fuckin snuggles
Over here nigga yo bitch gimme cuddles
Last Night ova here lookin like fuckin
Fine wine In my damn bed right on time tryna eat her up
MF's

after
My money yo like 
No be small thing 
A lot of struggles back then 
People wey say I no fit  make am 
Now I pass them 
Joor o oluwa lomoshe asela

opens
We the hustlaz you neva know befo
See us leanin we gon steal ya dough
But still we do yo, keepin it low low
So we won't be chased by fukkin popos
I

I play, yo, I make 'em all salute

Been playing for hours, days gone by
But I ain't tired, my passion's too high
I'll keep on going, till my fingers

streets a dirty game, I done lost niggas
Fuck
I done lost niggas
I'm the type to nigga drip, fuck Lacoste nigga
Why the fuck you leave yo fye , bring your

c4 to turn your street into a detour
You Trynna build I'm the veto
You Trynna chill I'm the heat stove cooking up the beef more
Silver bullet in ya

jackson 
Loving these streets so I’m cashing 
Loving these beats cuz they slapping
Me and gods plan understand rapping and acting 
Want that money bag yo

couldn't picture the vision
No bad blood but I ain't had the time to be slackin
Business is business, sometimes you have to cut off your bredrens
Ain't no

to the dispensary
Mention me last time niggas did that niggas went to sleep
Reservations set for Cleveland
Push to start DONT need a key
Ain't no need to ask me what

got one
It's time to bounce
To the liquor store and swing this
I'm havin' fits
I need a cold Old English
Once I get it
Hit my next tail bling list

Urban Souljah

Graveyard Shift

Chapter II: Family Reunion

1998

in a nigga
Yo, I gotta retrive 'em, splittin' them natural-born
We're raised to prey
We done brought the forty-five
Forty-four carry, (you withdraw

the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write

Let's Ride

The Last Emperor

Music, Magic, Myth [Bonus CD]

2003

c'mon, let me know that you got ya pride

[The Last Emperor]
Summertime the heat is hot, will I ever reach the top
Yo it's time to leave the block,