It's shit You wouldn't even wanna kiss it It's own mother doesn't miss it It's shit It's an art You know the devil's getting smart Just pull a string
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probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck, no Tell me Mister Officer, what's the problem? What's the matter? Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a nigga's
, I'm already livin' in pain 'Cause I'm a gangsta It's like the ghetto's got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat to die '
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
first they make you imitate another man's skill now you use your power for another man's will move the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still move
, Sham Dulo A Maze, Monoray, my boy LP, Moneray, Jungle, Esco, what up? Nature, it's all good, gettin' that paper Niggaz on the run eatin, what, it's
shit on my fingers that sank the Titanic I'm leaving em frantic, cause if I spit it, I did it, that's why y'all panic Hit it, never that niggas can't
't Sean John or Lugged out This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black So where my
to I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane
's back With a bong singing songs in his trackies and airmax Yo they want me to leave it or love it I'd rather keep it and fuck it Cause this reefer
come along You'll get smacked right in the kisser like Jackie Gleason And watch sun, set it off like light decreasing, oh shit Watch sun set it off like
force to release the microcassette in it's entirety Sole: "i mean, fuckin len knows, I mean.. y'know I like your shit You know it's not really like
Aiming you out like master p That's what we be a about I got ammunition For those dissing This ain't r&b That;s why I'm skipping All that rip shit I
Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a about I got ammunition for those dissing This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit
My mind is ready to flow Did you know first you catch and then I throw? It's my own sense of time If I'm late it's 'cause I'm endin' my day just when
t risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm persistent when it comes to bent shit I smoked a blunt with my
shine like metallics With mathematics I leave ya whole clique splattered Pharaoh's the savage (Ikon the verbal Hologram) The Verbal Core (Sun Pharaoh) Causing Comatose It's Transporting dope shit
