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Marijuana from Cali to Arizona
I get bad bitch, bonus she bitch I hit homers
Gotta take you by the edge
No stitch and give donors (daily)
Niggas on my side

so we'll lay em to rest
Got hit and still breathing
That young nigga blessed
Chasing a bag like I'm on a quest
They don't say it to me say
That shit

Men Without God

Kreator

Cause for Conflict

1995

Planet left by its god
Ideology died and the vision is gone
Oppression part of the plot
Degrading life into material force

Emptiness pain in

don't hit the brakes (Nah)
We don't ever lay down
I've been feelin' fake when I clock into my job
Know it fills me full with hate
With no cars in

bogus
These niggas are dying slowly they don't know it
I'm growing by every hour you don't notice
Lately I've lost some friends and that's a bonus
I

hug the pavement
Like poison in a well the whole world is tainted
Much like hope it comes and goes
Snatched away by causes unknown
The mind can be

a bonus 
I used to think that these brothers were Jonas 
Bout to retire fuck handing my notice or waiting till feds come
Sorry pal but this line is a dead

I know very few fuckers who can be real
And even fewer who feel my vibe ethereal
Live in material, tryna see the free world
And tryna be what they

now
'Fore I rat I'ma lie down and roll
Lay down and die 'fore I fold
Hoes and bankrolls, ain't nothin' but a bonus
Everybody know that my La Familia

Allies

Poor Righteous Teachers

This Is Hip Hop [This Is]

1998

All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen 

They welcome me into Jerusalem 

Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham 

I got my .45 by my side

seem
Sometimes people talkin but not saying what they mean
Blood on they hands but they faking like they clean
So I lay back and keep to myself cause

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

No Big Surprise: Anthology

1994

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

I'ma have cataracts up in my eyes
By the time Line 109 arrives, I hypothesize
Oh look, I might've spoke too soon
Here it comes, ho hum, I get to sit next

I'm dying
I must resist
I'm trying
It don't make sense
Got this anxiety
Don't know why I gotta be
So quiet
My minds at ease
my body is not convinced
I

Modified toaster
Swallow my
Whole dick
Overqualified
I get the bonus, yeah
Brooklyn's favorite
Bed-Stuy voice nigga
I don't have an inside voice! Nah
Outside

fanbase  
I market myself, fund distribution and studio days 
Corporate sponsors don’t make me do shit I’m my own boss 
Less celebrity status fine by me

I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all

Affected by political crime
I was forced to cross the Nile
They labelled it a war tone zone
But I'll always be calling it home
Affected by political

Can't sit down when I flush or my dick will rapidly
Ricochet against the insides of the pipes
You've been dying to try the sick tricks I've designed
Like

again

I've been down before
But I would have let you know
When your heart is weak
And my love lies dying

I'll be the one who's by your side
Before

a bonus
Cuz no one is flowing like this
Go against this shit and it's over
I told you
I'm Mauna Loa with this
Load a clip bitch just don't blow Your

the sheriff lay a dying on the ground



Chorus



Now on this table I will lay,
this gun “Exhibit A” with two sets of fingerprints as you can see

But

I'm off that long road
Where them niggas living, dying by the gun
It's been a long road
Coming from the bottom, what you don't know
Won't hurt you,

Got you so wet i mit need jet ski
While you standing there looking all sexy
I can tell by now she's ready

She's Ready Rock She ready to roll
She ready