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Time is evil
Time is the force that makes us rot
Time organizes everything you love inside a box
Time's forever
Time isn't measured by a calendar or dial

I'm really a jerk to these chickens but Im not Jamaican
I'ma leave a dude fried like Popeyes
Let him talk just know we finna pop by
Getting green like

many Poppin pills the fam gone lose y'all any second (aye)
Bitch call me in the AM she wanna fuck me off the honey
I been tryna hit this bitch for so

the album I dropped for the street and I re-tarred it
Crack up on it like a phone screen All the bills blue if it's green, block it
I don't need a 10 in these

niggas give it up
Weather they be Crip or Blood
And the one the women love
Angelino but she's only repect by niggas run
From green coats and don't testify

bullets like they made by kodak
I keep it on my waist, I don't even show that
Hollow hit him from the front, why he leaking out his back
Now I ain't got no

at?
Right there, put me on that
Hit it once and you're
Jumping like Mortal Combat
Smoke another green be looking like
Where the long at

been tripping
I make that boy sing
When that drako hit 'em
Gimme that green they like Lane go get 'em
He keep talking crazy knock 'em off his mental
He

thought you'd say it
Drop a new album just for you to hear it
You like to play me like a game
But this game you play will end today
Blonde hair
Green eyes

told (Told)
Truth be told (Told)
Truth is
Better say it like it is
Truth is
We dont die on these hills
Truth is
I don't care for the hits
(Truth is)

making albums making hits and I’m making the music daily
You in the mood play me can’t get enough of my tunes are crazy
I’ll never lose my lady we got such

bitches be begging for me

I'm making my money by selling some green
I'm minding my business and cashing more green
So i'll win here i told you to leave

Shakin' in the Alley

Mac Mall

Immaculate

[ CHORUS ]
I'm like a dopefiend shakin in the alley fiendin for a hit
Can you bring this? 
Huuuh, when I listen to your tape, I can feel it
Nothing

Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out

Summer Time

Ken Dawg

A New Breed of Female

1997

you done heard about these ballers
We puttin' it down 'til ya platinum
Mo Thugs debut, respresentin' the Land we the bomb-ass album
We out, comin' in

Sourpuss

Fishbone

Chim Chim's Badass Revenge

1996

berry rockhead look
You got the al green hot grits look
You grill is made of steel and can't be real
You got that spiderman brace face been
Hit in

micrófono
Le escribo al corazón como receta de cardiólogo
Mantengo diálogo, palabras como Diábolos
Acomodo los átomos de rima y nace un párrafo (let's go)

Pharoahe Monch
I had it on repeat
For that Green Piece of Paper
U Ain't Ready 4 Me
Good Times
Roll up the tree
Lick Shots
From out the chopper
Pour out

I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,

sixteen he was stuntin'
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty
Boned so

sixteen he was stuntin'
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty
Boned so

I ain't hit a lick in so long
Stuck in the kitchen gripping flask with the tongs
Turnt to a chemist I'm stuck in the lab shoulder in the bowl
Long

way too mean
Money dirty still
Outfit too clean
So many stones in my jewellery
When the lights hit
Then you'll see
I was down bad had to get it by any

the Al Green up in a bag
I make her scream, I'm Mr. Felcher
Yeah, while she cooking Hamburger Helper
She on the pole she Santa's helper

It ain't