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Huhahahaha
Yeah
I'm in a foul mood
Somebody gon' get beat up
Somebody gon' get beat up
OJ
Yovng
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
LA to the bayyy it's a problem
Yeah you know you in trouble
But tonight I'm tryna
outside[00:33.81]Actin' up, actin' up[00:35.39]Cause people get jealous and wish you to die[00:37.15]Mask it up, mask it up[00:38.62]So I gotta be real when they stick by
Area, f**kers we proper
Open you up if you got a problem
Uh uh, born in California
Clean your clock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hail
dirty
Not the one to be swept up
step up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of life or death
All I want is your last breath
Give me
still hold two open hands up in the sky
Finger quotes
In my gangly youth my limbs used
To swing like Polo tees mazal tov
Still pop a bottle like what Puff
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
corner 'til they open up your cage.
Chorus:
And when the night comes
It'll help you disappear
And when the night comes
Forget about the day that brought
Unaffected by time
Fossilized by my crimes
Open-ended two lines
Uncut from outer space
You're in the race
Are you down for the climb?
Unaffected by time
Baby bird, my baby bird eye[00:10.21]Won't you open up your sleepy eyes[00:13.85]The sun is a shinin' for you[00:19.89]Cause this day is
of the building sprayed up
All for the love of this paper we misled
By 21 some ‘ll be dead
By 22 the rest of these dudes ‘ll be in the feds
We got change but we
turn up in a notch one time
They say I be the best like God's time
And this beat by Fresh is too tight oo
And don't forget that I'm too fresh to fight oo
in such a small world
I'm all curled up with a book to read
I can make money, open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly
Think we playin bitch, well we ain't
I heard we had drama motherfucker
Put up the Benz and now we drive
down
Ring around the Rosie's
A pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes we all fall down
Kick the door open wit a forty four loaded
To approach a fuckin whore
Phantom Menace on the beat meng
Make the mission complete meng
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get, let's get it ya'll
One Point 21 giggawatts
Hip
niggas get the most time in prison
Cause they judge is on their payroll
And day by day steady gainin mo' control
They got us up against the ropes
to some broken cords
With broken means through open doors,
Send me with a microphone
[Repeat: x2]
Teach me something so I can go
Don't you have
wrapped up in street camo
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
Chorus: Mac
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
master of the breaks and beats
Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
Triple minded, mentally combineded underground pirate
Microphone tyrant, always
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
had that rod tucked
Taylor street by the tunnel after whipping hard up
All the way to N O with killers throwing their wards up
Bitch I’m a knight in
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