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the city of Los Angeles")

Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the niggas will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper,

dreaded and a player
Was love's hater
Now a bitch got me drugged
Used to be Lust over Love
Now I give her my trust
Treat her right with the devil on my

hands tatted on me
They say the body's a temple
Mine built like the pyramids
Life fresh like spearmint
Heard I was riding with my Father but can't devil

the day
Outlaws murdered my best friend
Swore to avenge his death

I'm a dust devil blowing through the canyon
I'm a shadow cast by the sun
I'm the sound

Removed the fist, like I'm revealing a nine
Tried to show a front of strength
An army on the front lines
Backed by faith, no doubt that winning is my fate

traced
Shipping the pack by the muh-fuckin’ crate
Turn a pack into dust by the end of the day
It's no option for us it just feel like my fate
My shooter be

farewell
Everyone told me just to relax, but look, I can't cause I'm finding myself
I gotta live before it's taken away, leave you all in the dust while you

Grand Finale

Twista

Legit Ballin'

1999

its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat

high range Brick City
Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane
All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)
Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my

I'll Bee Dat

Redman

Doc's Da Name 2000

1998

high range Brick City
Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane
All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)
Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my

Another nigga bites the dust
Shorts I'm taking none
Misbehave and get sent to the grave by the Devil's Son

Word, Big L the motherfucking Devil's Son is

nigga
Better stay up in your place, bitch
Fuck around and get your face split any day, nigga
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the Devil until you

Wild at Heart

Cryhavoc

Pitch Black Blues [Bonus Tracks]

I'll give you roses and red wine we'll drink
Candles burn in dead of night.
Every step or breath you'll ever take
Be ruled by Devil! That's

This bitch here I just want yall to hear me out

Imma vent for a lil minute

Check me out

Devil been fucking with me
I hope my angels with me

us
Save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible plus
I get tough digit's
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched
Nigga 2-0-19 Range look like

offering the only option
From the cockpit rocketing into the future of our human story
It's blurry
Obscured by dust clouds and fuel to bust down the fool's

I catch a case
keep something for rainy days
I never touch the safe
Jet skiing in vegas
She ain't know they had a lake
The trunk in the front
Damn

Stand in the Middle of Texas

Trick Pony

R.I.D.E.

2005

The heat rises off of the highway.
My rear-view mirror's a blur.
You had me spinnin' in circles,
Like the dust devils dance in the dirt.
But I

That's by myself
Count on me man and nobody else
The miles that
I've gained 
With the aim 
Use my brain 
Things change 
Those memories you can't relive

by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it

Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement

Been itching, to make you

collecting dust on the dresser
In a place where man and God meet
The devils on our shoulders all told us we not Godly
Poisoned by the chemicals piercing our

Haters

Fredo

Tables Turn

2018

and shit
But I dance with the devil and hug on my stick
So gang units still love to run in my bit
I just flooded my wrist, the Benz out front
I was

the back his Grandma house
Jack boys robbing people by the ATMs with cameras out
Combat the darkness with the Ayahuasca, pour it down my throat
Sheep in

pompous
I don pompous, I don pompous
Me I too blow in fact I don pompous
Haters yeah I dust off , dust off, dust off
I leave my enemies for back leave them