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teethin on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!"

Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
'Who is these

oddity
No worries Homer
Just moonwalkin' through my own Odyssey
Yeah
They like, who that there
That kid with the earrings and a few tats there
Like Oliver

pan
Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider
A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire
Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back
What?

pan
Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider
A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire
Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back
What?

nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
LA

With Me

De La Soul

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

down pat
Check, hold on, hold on, let me hit that, let me hit (Ghost Weed)
Got that Thought shit yo, yo, bust it, bust it
I'm 'bout to freak that shit

retraceable 
I guess that makes me relatable! 
Relatable 
Cause all the kids feel so thrown to wolves!
Like ghosts that no one sees or loves 
I guess that makes

For my thugs and my woes
This is for the ones who wanna witness
Grinding at the most
Never cared bout the hella riches
I was busy making diamonds out my

choose them by random
May have lacked bread but my faith is always focus
Got the holy ghost and one day I will ride on a phantom
Lost them girls i've loved

I gotta leave
This generation been corrupted by retarded ass kids
And I be disrespecting everybody

I keep it real when I shit 
On you like you was in

a dimple

Who gon' blow shit, will rip through your pimple
Hold on, try to slide, clutch it, kah
Ona side, tryna rip out his temple
Shit, Bop gotta fuck with

hide from us
I can send a ghost and leave
A nigga whole block haunted
Catch two lackin’ and knock em out
We call it And 1in (YoungBoy)
Can’t run from

talkin' to Jesus (Jesus)
Real shallow n-, probably pray for a gray coupe (Lord)
Maybe the Lykan, or a mansion out in the Seychelles
Ghost

Tell me if

I'm talkin' to Jesus (Jesus)
Real shallow n-, probably pray for a gray coupe (Lord)
Maybe the Lykan, or a mansion out in the Seychelles
Ghost

Tell

Aye who you know
Aye who you know 

Started from the bottom got ridiculed trying to dig out
Got a couple dollars ridiculed 'cuz I don't give em out 
All

Let the beat breathe uh
Wanna hear the whole crowd, "yes yes y'all"
My god, I feel insecurities
When the bouncer ain't bop or feeling me yo
Who got

a roundhouse
Step to the place for the crown
It's going down
In the town
Who's the king, let me find out
When the track's heavy, attacks vary
Beat these thugs

Out the Moon (Boom, Boom, Boom)

Snoop Dogg

Gridlock'd

1997

piece
Bustin' rocks and Glocks
And gettin' ghost from the Police
No peace
So, he gets served with no concern
To who gets burned and one day they'll

Vagabond no the feelin don’t stop
Had to go cut down the tempo and drop on the bop
Janitor flow I might whip out the mop
Gimme my space please
Bubble

the knowledge i was granted
Coming up seeing shit just to use for advancing
Who would've known this kids mind was so active
Not a sound from the child supersonic

Never was the type to let bygone by
 
When we all ride we say 'ride out' loud

Even as a kid never let shit slide
  
Never let shit slide 

That's what we

you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me

Featherhead heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga"

Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out

And the real niggas in the back smoking on cronk 
How they let rap turned to the new pop 
They should start putting trap on kids bop
Yea you know rap turned