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of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Wake and bake every day
Wake and bake every day
The game aint even the same no more
I'm a money counting machine
Thumbing through these hunnids
I'll

86 summers gone by
Bambino put a hex on the Bean
We were living on a tear and a sigh
In the shadow of the Bronx machine

Man, you could feel it

Bad Ways

Too Short

The Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 1: Ride or Die

1999

in the eastside of San Pedro Park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days,
My mother love

a machine
Bitch fuck these rose tinted glasses, i need aquamarine
What's good
Left scabbed, abrupt speech guided by muted intentions
Established aftermath,

Smoke

Denis Leary

No Cure for Cancer

1993

buy some buds"

It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day

in the eastside of San Pedro Park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days,
My mother love

up in Geneva
Oh man, I did it again, didn't I?
Destroyed his Bando with a solar flare
I'm in the club listening to the brown note
My dogs will do

home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals

Get You Mad

King Tech

This or That [Wushow]

1999

South Central L.A., bleedin' in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines
Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin'

Get You Mad

Sway & King Tech

This or That

1999

South Central L.A., bleedin' in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines
Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin'

majestic than an actress (uh, bitch bitch bitch)
'Round these parts my dogs be barkin'
My driveway's where your Mom be parkin' (fuh)
Spend my days

wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call

in the bed
By ten o'clock, I said

Horseshoes, know the rules
Know your pitches
Know your pitches
Female dogs, we call bitches

Do what I said, you

Decomunization 

Pig dog is not a human 
Pig dog is ocupation 

You have sense 

Unharness the  horses boys and shoot the washing machine that running on streets

From What I Was Told

Master P

I Got the Hook Up

1998

Talking:
what's that big baby?
You know what's sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em

mosquitoes whizzing by your ear
I'm just out here hustling music dog I'm working
Selling CD's, please don't do me like Alton Sterling
Was I lucky? or God

Back in the day it was 2004, 
damn Uncle Sam couldn't take it no more
he sent in the Army sent in the Corps, 
God turned his eyes wasn't keeping no

reliever death conceiver legend man and myth
The Animal the ghost in the machine cyber analyst
Far away from home on the earth I roam
In valley of the shadow

Wait, earth starts to shake
We're about to break
Facing The End
Robots in command
It's Judgement Day
Machines are on the way
Who let these dogs hunt

We grew up porch side
Talking that country grammar
Naughty by our nature
Knuckleheads turned to happy campers
Spent summer days
Chasing after them

bash on the floor
He came from bad day of work, he doesn't want to hear any nonsense
I wash my body with soap
I see that ketchup on the floor
I keep my

fuck up your life and that’s true, dog
(Your life up in smoke just like Snoop Dogg)
It’s time to get after verse two, y’all.

Verse 2:
I can see you’re

Focus

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz [Clean]

1998

some day I'll go soft 
And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off
Runnin' with dogs you can't call off
Isolate to eliminate that's the mind state