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I wasn't used to all the stylish clothes you wear  
You'd drive me crazy every time you'd do your hair   
I felt so alive from the way you made me

Fuck Tha Police

Dope

Felons and Revolutionaires [Bonus Track]

1999

The name of the game is stay alive

Revolutionary Step

Looptroop

The Struggle Continues

2002

to impress the sistren
The hottest fashion, tonight in the club
Supreme's hated with a passion by the government thugs

[Chorus]
Do the revolutionary step

unfold no in between
No damn relations, too complicated with ultimatum's
I get a cut and I'm top 5 no Jayson Tatum
And not 5
By 25 I'll feel alive
This

The name of the game is stay alive

beach is occupied, whenever it’s boxing day
Just see how alive it looks, get the foil and braai the snoek
To get in clubs I had to use my ID book
I’m

shit all day
Y'all must hate that shit, I do this shit everyday
Y'all must hate that shit, got me a house by the bay
Y'all must hate that shit, me

exclusive clubs
The vicious cycle seems to never end

Shatter the silence
By invoking violence
Stand up to the storm
When you're in doubt
Go all out

Kill the Barflies

Self

Breakfast with Girls [Limited Edition]

1999

It was all right there in front me
While on a club kid's high
On old folder labeled photography
With naked photos inside
Acting as if it were not

brain is saying to get the hell out
But when you first stepped in the rave your brain fell out
It goes deeper, ear drums are blown by the speaker
Your

needles, or to chase a few hoes at the club on weekends, and
We don’t waste time dawg time is needed
Now I’m, reminiscing
Back when everything was different

Fuck everything up
Said fuck ya club up
You only live once
So nigga pass the blunt
We do wat we want
We don't give no fucks
My faith is cut up
I'm

Farah, my brother
Told me keep up my stride
More Stephen Lawrence than Boris
Running to stay alive
Try, crop me out picture like I'm Dame
But I'm just

with the realest aint got no time for no foolery
Always a blast when I meet with the homies the vibe is alive we got same dreams
If they ain't by my side

(Avoidin the falsehood)

I’ve worked my ass off by day
(Just hitting the books)

And have been making a way
(Based outta their looks)

I’ve learned to knock

to the sky, uh
And most times
I wasn’t really fine
Invested in myself and my homies to get me by
I was livin’ but I wasn’t alive, had to get right back
Life

Like a holiday to me (Facts)
In my kitchen
All you seen is baking powder by the sink
(The sink) in a mason jar
Finna grab my skizzy and my butterknife

see the love, I'ma stay alive
Truthfully, I ain't trust shit, since y'all took Nip
I'm thankful for all these messages that I took in
Ownership is

World's Most Hated

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

the MOB
If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed
Fuck try'na hold haah, I sold rock,

Grrah, grrah, grrah (Is that you JJ?)
Be keepin' that, bizzy, muna monster
If I walk with the thirty clip
In the face wit a thirty stick
That