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or the street
How many times did I ride with a quarter of each
Two kegs and a strap under my feet
Brother this bloke is a dummy there's stashy under the seat
Real

JAIL
THERE'S NO SPIRIT THEY CAN BREAK
SORRY MOM, THAT'S WHAT I AM
A BELFAST BOY, TILL THE END

COME WITH US NOW, FOR FUCK SAKE
BY THE ORDER

to the ground
No civilians, no doctors around
Who said life is priceless? So far
Your life cost me a pound
One phone call and a 10p text
All of my mandem, link up

please deliver me
I got the devil thinking heavenly
R.I.P to my nigga Heavy D
I control this fucking rap game like a referee

All I need is money, pussy

be the greatest of my own kind kid
Woah
I don’t know what imma say when I’ll be heading back home
On private jets in some p-j's I never made it alone

don't be brought down by the system
Don't think that you can't do it 'cause you can
Like, you know, you're your own driver's engine and you're your own

I'm liked
So why the heck do I detect crooks are lying
Look at Nick and J, throw the book at Ryan
I am sick and silly, we live in facilities
We're

getting mine

R.I.P. to all my dogs
New niggas pussy, that's why I don't fuck with y'all
You niggas push me, I'ma have to make that call
I'm coming crooked

I'm feeling like Master P girl
'cause there ain't no limit
To what I will do just get with you
You make me say Ughh (Ughh)
I might have to make you

night that they never say free me
Or even R.I.P. me then long days long nights'
Coming more than weekly am I wrong or right 
I don't even know what that

You think I give a fuck?
Oh nigga, you best not be thinkin' that now. You gonna get yo ass dragged down the street by yo mothafuckin' Ear, nigga.

Crabbe and Goyle one each end

Why are you all harassing me 
Why are your lives  so empty
You see a weakness, abuse I see
I'm tired burnout, approval I

and not the bad

There are times when I forget
My p's and q's and lady-like etiquette
But you don't get uptight
No you don't get mad
Because you see in me

A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z

Now why wont you sing with me

Aye we learning our abcs
Cuz I feel like they're not irrelevant to me
Did I even learn as a baby?
I really forgot I

promise you everything here is by design 
focus on the mission at hand
stick to the pattern & follow the guidelines
still got a lot on my mind when i sleep

know I was never there hiding
Used to hit up niggas for that raw
Now them niggas ain't alive no more
R.I.P. to Pablo from the store
Quientin, Pencil man

look around 
You are in your room
Your secret place
Nobody’s there
Mammy, daddy, granny, catty, doggy, Freddy not in the flatty 
All alone by myself

brothers? (For real though)
Pretty much a never ending cycle
R.I.P Nick, slimy niggas taking titles
Niggas say they riding, when they really be your rivals

Get on the Mic

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

The Main Ingredient

1994

Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great,

flawless
One day I hope to go and die high cuz heaven closer 

There's nothing left to hate
Let's go support each other
If you hate we catch a fade
After

Agent provocateurs
P.R. people songsters and gangsters
Surrounded by them all 
I went along enjoyed it all
Ready with a song
Small time scandal got

5 Minutes of Doom (Comin' from the Legion)

The Almighty RSO

Revenge of Da Badd Boyz the EP

1994

man, won't you drop that shit

[ VERSE 1: Tony Rhome ]
Yo, here we go again 
On the strength of L.O.D. I kick facts, and 
Some are the reasons that

Luv at First Sight

Chilldrin of Da Ghetto

Chilldrin of Da Ghetto

to the TerrorDome
Are you finished with your mills
Take a chauffeur gotta feel on the real
Halle Berry with big heels, so lets
Gonna make you slip
I have an accident

Been there, done that
There's no other way to put it like
Tell me why the mood change
Why you playing games
See you falling back even though we did