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legendary

I'm on these niggas like a cheap suit
Harry Fraud gon' hold me down as soon as that beat loop
What's that talk bout?
Don't know what that walk

my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)

Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I

real
We got one trick Andy on the beat, give me another song
You know what I want? a 30 track album, I'll hold you to it
When Donald said, "what's

Disclaimer
You may disagree with some of the views portrayed on this album 
And Handycap does not really give a damn
No autotune was used in

walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for

So many times I excuse shit
People watch my life like a movie
They will never get a full clip
My album name is my middle name
This a side of me that

Larson my dear 
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual 
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals 
Livin by the medical like i don't

The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers

Yo! (True story man) 
They told me I'm gonna be non
Now it's time to show they're wrong (Yeah)
I have 2 companies 5 sector belong
You all boost by me

a hustler, a goddamn go-getter
So fuck the Avengers, I am the vendetta
Switched up my bitch for a trick to get cheddar
I never get fed up, I just g-get better

Your girl tried to trick me on a date
But I skip on a chick that betrays
You're trying so hard to be what you just ain't
Full or empty stomach, never

veins 
You created your sin 
Blackened by greed 
Of your sick twisted need
Can never take back 
All you've discarded of me
You took all the smiles

it's what you wanna see
Me
I been blinded by the cream
This ain't always what it seems
Underrated by the seasons
Overrated by the creeps
Oui
This is what

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

ain't fuckin' with you

Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up

she
Smell a nigga aroma
Cheap cologne, two phones
And palm of marijuana
Just young hustler trying to come
Up in the world
Cause all the dope boys drive

Damn What Another Say

Playa Fly

Da Game Owe Me

stride with self-esteem
If you down me I will beam
Right up in the day and moonlight this here Earth has never seen
Is your initiative generated by your

Ain't No Mystery

Brand Nubian

In God We Trust

1993

gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind 

Now would you set up home, and wait for a Mystery God 

to bring Food, Clothing, and Shelter?

She a porn star do ass tricks
Got her scratching at my leg for the cat nip
Looking coal in the stockings you a bad bitch
Make a yungin' have

That hoe nasty, that hoe trick
That hoe nasty, suck good d*ck
That hoe plottin' bring ma stick
She got friends bring ma click ya 
Trust no bitch

Driving through the abyss in my beat up car
Ash on my seats and smoky fun
Fooled by tricks only "the police" don't know
Cracking up heads and losing

The phone rings, another intrigue
You try to get to me go downtown
You can't trick me into sleeping
With the gutter punks on the ground
So now why am

a white flag embracing defeat
Is like a paraplegic stomping his feet
Sharing your two cents but talk is cheap
You're claiming a lot but I need a receipt
If

WALKING IN LA

Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out