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State 
Burning bridges like I did with Tony Quinn
Almost set the club on fire
But I'm sure they'd know we did 
Told me you could never pack a venue
Told

Same rise that I get when in between those thighs
And then I start to mumble at tha end of each line a riddle
Throw some saucy content in da middle
Don't

here on one days
Only get out there stick right one way
Moonshine and whisky by the truckload
City boy trying keep that paint shine
Redneck slingin mud

Lean Low

Backbone

Drankin' Patnaz

2002

the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk

Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while

the mix
I make the sauce
So I make the drip
You want a taste
Get you a lick
No silver spoon
Get it from the grits
I’m with the shits
We getting lit
Ouu

layed out
And either way I'ma ride for
Mine and lie for mine
Fuck it I'll die for mine
I keep it gangsta to the end
It ain't getting by with mine

Shouts

on Edm you know my channel
Vissek
Versatile and now I'm spitting on a club mix don't hate on me for being king heh wena son
Rub vix
Haibo

Wena son wena

At the end of the day
I still love you, there's no doubt about it (soul)

Feel I'm too much in the mix, I got a long list of flaws
Because of my ego,

Voices

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!) 
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by 
The size is more greater, and equator more

Street Rules

Skillz

From Where???

1995

cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh)
Fulfullin cream dreams, takin niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga (why?)

the record
Cant stand clubs with the metal detectors
I'ma movie director like Hannibal Lecter
I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper
But it taste like medicine

crazy beatnuts
Yeah, ghetto prose
The trouble is he's crazy

But don't blame me, blame it on the Henny
Beatnuts baby up in the mix
Harassing the chick

boxeo me hizo ser mejor.
Ofe-e y Nelson hip hop de peso.
Sur de C6rolin6 y Sevill6 comp6rten flexo.
N6rci te conocí con 16 chico inquieto.
Ahor6 con 20 yo

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!) 
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by 
The size is more greater, and equator more

nose, Slime

Live by the code, Frostbite
Nigerian mafia mob ties
No ore ko text'e, Ncono keo mize
Keo tshwarise stress odrop'e le size
I'm by myself, I

end who gon get the paddle
Hit a dab get a glassful and mix the capsule
And get the geeking on the weekend like some little rascals
Then Monday hit here

look past the jealousy shit does nothing for me
I want to be by your side match your fly match your energy
Cause I never felt this alive what we

it in mail not by hand 
I ain't got diamonds but the coke dance 
She gotta nose like Tucan 
Trynna buy dope with food stamps 
Bitch better go get

for myself and be the man
Yunno
They said
You can't do this
You can't do that
Mehn you're too soft
Just stay inside
You cannot mix
You cannot fit
And oh

Jesus
Lost in the sauce bitch I'm gone off the deep end
Got me a new girl just for the weekend
Treat her like an episode gone by the season
Runnin' these

I'm from the Lou they crash out for
No reason
Watch where you step or get caught By a demon
Step through a thick cloud of smoke
So you see me
I make

the rooms no longer so consumed by DOOM
I bloom these thoughts that started out as seeds
It precedes these needs to help me succeed
Mix these beats with

wonder why ya'll comin up
With more exes than the bottles in the club
Sex for shots, what a bang for the buck
The Hook ups, the break ups, the knock ups

off
Saluting pretty bitches in the club
Feel like Adolph
Got like ahundred shots
An I'm just thumbing
Through my call log
Say she notice I'm the realist