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3RD the microphone is who lasts the longest and who's the strongest on a track it's plain to see that ya'll ****** ain't ****** wit me it's the 3RD man

intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight

Postmarked Birmingham

Unlinked Artist

Country Picks Mar. 1998, Vol. 1

1998

I recognize the writing on the plain white envelope
I've wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wrote
The answer's in a circle through

at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun

Land of the Lost

Three 6 Mafia

Chapter 2: World Domination

1997

there leavin fo' free
Kinda quick to tell you what I'm gonna get and it be True 
At the end of the rainbow Nigga I thought you knew
Cause I'm sayin all

Just to Say We Did

Bonfire

Rebel Soul

1998

fighting, the way like lovers do
Lover's ABC

We're getting off our beaten track
And find our way without a map
Leavin' our do's and don'ts
Just do what

All i ever wanted in this world was the real thing
Sippin on Sing Sing
Tends to be the same thing
Thirsty for the screams
Gotta get the cream
By any

millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are

That black on white got me greying out they channels 
Yeah I'm icy, 
Is this a fairy tail 
I can tell by how you smellin' you just bought new Chanel 
Be

Okay, we was leavin', we was done
Then she said, "Can my peoples come?"
Here we go, I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in somethin' where the rims

a Addison cab
Her, plain white T got her matchin' the vans
But me, you and beef weren't part of the plan
Don't worry bout these other
Girls close to me

Okay, we was leavin', we was done
Then she said, "Can my peoples come?"
Here we go, I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in somethin' where the rims

as shit, I looked like a baby white bear in this mother fucker
Livin' his life with his white parents
Arguin' every night, always a fuckin' fight flarin'

This my two honey bun mystic flow
One dollar white t at corner store
Swishers across from the four for four
Blisters from rockin the court

See I'm the first one off the scene
Sippin dirty, keep it clean
Can't do this by myself where would I be without my team
We ain't checkin tags no

a killing
Had to cut some niggas off, they was around, but wasn't with us
This a plain white tee, shoes ten-fifty
Jeans by Amiri, yeah, Ben Franks in em
Yeah,

U-Throw-1

Tec-9

Ready 4 War

shots went straight for the head

Chorus

Verse Two: {Tec-9}

It's yella tapin' white chalk season
How many missin' you've been chosen for no special