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Eli and I killing this beat
Lost time it's fine copping the beats
Can't fight I'm fine handing defeats
To those who rose outta the seats
Thinking

you be mad
I'm thuggin' I'm beatin' yo ass
I'm burning you I got it bad
Spin a pussy n**** like he Cinderellla
Catch ya slippin' bullet in ya cerebellum

or die
But this race I'm bout to lose
I'd b damned to play a fool
Tell me yu playing by the rules
Need a lover, need a boo
My peace when I'm in a bad mood

don’t really gun bar, but for racks
I’m raisin’ Biscuit's
Catch the apple of your eye
Be forced to blaze your missus
Is that boring you, Glu
(e)? Well,

because I bend
Cut the cord and wish away all of your pain and Suffering
I get bored every day waiting for a victim I can Prey on
Guns and roses
Head

A Dying Business

Chad Mitchell

The Best of the Chad Mitchell Trio: The Mercury Years

1998

of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste

I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without

studio mi rise 2 big spliff
Noda hit song cross from d Hitlist
K Swizz tell mi a which bad bitch this
A tell mi seh she waah do mi like biscuit
Mi whip it

to picture
A little peice of media
And the burning or the need
To be in evil Eva

Don't trick me bad bad one
I'm a boy with a big ol gun
And hips that with you

dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah

yo head)
Run up on them n***as then you know it’s bad news
Put the gun to his ass now he still like a statue (Like a statue ooo!)
You think that’s yo

into the cab said, "Hail Mary, full of Grace"
Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach
Slept

she hypes me
I got a bad side piece, can't make no Wifey
Yoshi Baby be stuntin' like everyday (Like Everday)
I talk my shit got new chicks like everyday

Freddy Krueger cause a bad dream
Let these razors disturb the peace
No ludacris with me I promise this was meant to be
Keep a gun and you know i got

Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes

Gun Play

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty five live, you ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by yatti yatt -ya
But its real

Stunner, I'll be way-way-way gone by the summer
Lil Rose on the come-up from the concrete, sorry to say that you playing for the wrong team
Put it all on me,

Fuck Dat

Onyx

Shut 'Em Down

1998

Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck

knock on the door by mistake
I come with the champagne, come with the rosé, dinner's already on me
And that Jon B in the background like you was calling

Cakeboy Bally

Nigga pocket watchin' (Watchin')
F&N with me doing nun' but headpoppin'
(Woo) shootin' movies with your bitch like
Her name was

Perfect World

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law 

The Big Apple, rotten to the core 

These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR) 

They schemin and I-Beam'n

bottle on ice 
My bitches bad a model a night 
Sippin on purp bottle of sprite 
Cut all the hate swallow ya pride 
Cuz I gotta gun that a hollow ya mind

Walking on the streets oh girl
White shoes and a black suit
Gotta keep moving because time goes by so slow
A bad feeling comes crawling
My head is

hit someone who's
Guilty we're the people who sit back
And tolerate children owning guns
And we're the ones who tune
In and watch the up-to-the-minute