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a different figure to pull it
Murdered by the state Like the cousin of the John the Baptist
As if black youths aren't nothing but target practice

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

Down South Bounce

2001

gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But

out did me greasy
Now my pockets too thick, all of them look cheesy
Hustlers doin' numbers in the 2-3
I think I'm great like John wearing 2-3
This lil'

Haaaaaa
Geezy
Aye man who that is Callin man
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaa
I took em off, I did it again
These n***** be mad

around, so i gave my lyrics some sound
Im Mariano on the mound
Shawn michaels in the ring
Michael moore on Bill Maher 
John wlliams did my score
Im more

get it
Aint stopping no way
Tell me what you know about grinding
I been up 4 days
Recognize
Could I get a LiL John 
OKayyy
Well motherfucker okay 

Got

HERE FOR YOU
WRITTEN BY:  LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT, MICHAEL PETERSON

KEYS		JOHN BLASUCCI
PIANO		LARRY KING
GUITARS	MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS		KHARI

Cries from the children
Living free of sobriety
Liberty and justice
Often feels like a lie to me
Now I get paid off my sentences
Living testament
That I

Joshua Seth Eagan, Ken Eisennagel

Mixed by:  John Cranfield
String Arrangement:  Karl Eagan

Vocals:  Sharon Groom

Back-up Vocals:  Sharon Groom, Julia

rotate her guess ya hen is a Cornish
Forever flourish my cosmic currents and raw skills
Da Byrd burns with terms that's fire Marshall bill
Well let me show

wane
For the dough I kill a Doe. Just don't know if that hoe was John or Jane
I want big bills, all I see is little change
A little cash money but a lot

You're being destroyed, boy
Like you destroyed the fate of Europe
By exploiting all the errors made
By philosophers before ya
John couldn't Locke an object

Like swipe swipe it up 
I remember i was 5 months short bills
Couldn't get a deal
Life was hittin real
You tested me mentally 
Carried us like LeBron

Pop 'Em Up

U.N.L.V.

Greatest Hits

in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo

Miller
Goku without no filler
I'm inspired by what made me realer
I'm Ice Cube I'm smoke DZA
Like free yourself young man
All these women came just

Thought Train

Choclair

Flagrant

2003

talking that shat
'cause nuff cats pack then they die by gats
Is that self defense, or Common Sense
Kids with the dreams of a life sentence
No food or rent,

or else you gettin' me too'd
Men falsely accused, it's gettin' harder to prove
School shootings with blood spilled, OF girls havin' sex for bills
Kids

was in her throat
Grab her by her toe, she already know
Why it sound like murder? Kill that fucking flow
She was cheating on me, kill that fucking hoe,

Got shot by Cupid
Like Cupid I keep it on me
From the left to the right that’s for real
I swear no ibuprofen
If I say I popped a pill just to heal

knew I got money now
Bitches I don't know talking bout that they proud
I'm antisocial never catch me in a crowd
It's me by my lonely I will never need

Smokin exotic it keeping me sane
Takin it day by day just to see change
Suicidal blow a hole in my brain
Crying tears to hide all the pain
In the moment we

Money on My Brain

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

appetizer
Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two

Ayy, yo, Donovan, heat that up
Real shit got me feelin' like Osama
Slidin' through the city, prayin' to them like Obama
Niggas screamin' freeband, I

out, niggas feelin' like Lisa Simpson
Saxophone hard, I jazz out, just like the Mailman Feelin' like Karl Malone, pass me the Ball

Like you John