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consideration
Stay blazing new trails not really admiration
 I’m aware I’m just a man though I call myself a God
They say we’re made in His image so is it really

to find reasons
Based on what my mind seeing
I'm gon' fill my left hand with rings in each of my first of five seasons
Soon as they call me a keeper, I'm

of tricks copper
That's why I call her Penny
She hopped up in the Bentley
And offered me some Benji's
I'm simply
Getting money simply like a pimp be
Sipping

why are you still here making your little noises?

49 as in D. I. so I ask do I still feel the fire by my 
53's like I'd be fighting them demons inside

and make it public
By time you realize
I be in the skies
Getting welcomed to the
Mile high club
Your low frequency ain't
Enough
Trust
If you ever try to walk

were never told
Stormy weather, we ride through-Michelin Man
But I'm tempted by the evil placed here by Satan
I've been tired of the system that we were

So after school I'll school your ass
Find out in the second half
Thought one was bad then do the math
Check the correlation between my verses and their

is running out of tricks
And days go on and I’m not getting any sleep without you
I have been wandering the streets

And I’m intoxicated by your love

Stomp

Fuz

Resonation Restoration

2004

For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get, no problem, Barry

You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home,

crashed the whip
I have a gift
But I'm Constantly distracted its

Bad admit
I Feel lost, lonely, and inadequate
I'm In pain
And I just make it worse

Am I

Got's Like Come on Thru

Buddha Monk

Got's Like Come on Thru [US]

You're hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the Devil, I don't play no tricks 'cause

Wu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for

short
Palms itchin in the kitchen wit my lil bro
We LIDers block bleeders paper retrievers
Please believe we be cutting throats
Smoked all the way out

No

Ali

Heavy Starch

2002

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers

and make you go delirious
Love me when I'm right
Love me when I'm wrong
Ya gotta
Love me a lil extra cus my love be strong
I got that
Fire by my side I gotta

I'm just takin' my time, I'd kill for this
La-la-la-la (la-la, la-la-la-la)
No matter where the wind blows
Niggas made by design, I'll tell my kids

coked up and weeded
Open fire, now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown
Straight out the West, don't get blown
My

lives
And I'm not them so don't expect me to cry
But, i swear to you i'm changing
Put me in a corner and expect me to write ratings
Life has gotten so bad

will determine my fate
There's no other options, guess I have to be great
Put heart in all my songs, I'm always speaking my mind
Protected by my ribs,

I got opps
In lakes
LA
And in Tampa bay
I got bitches tryna link
In Miami
And palm beach
Got way more bitches
I'm broward
Man I love broward
Bitches

person, I'm clearly perverted, skirted with death, don't hold your breath twice
swimming throught he calm, rubbing down with palm oil, things they put in

hiding
Lay the crown on my knee while I shine it
I got it you can quit dick riding
Before I get up in your trick tip slide in
No brainer it's cool I don't

now its hard to let it go.
Already know, feeling lil kinky, feeling real fresh.
Head by ya navel, palms on ya breast.
Tongue lashing til ya tell me I'm

Stuck in my eyes all day, all day, all day, all day

Sour tasting, outta tricks
Playing the same old licks
I'm in the biz

When I open my eyes I am burned

wearin' it now
I want my kush delivered by the pound
I want my guap in offshore accounts
I want a trail of bodies at my throne
I want blood splattered all