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dude
I'm on 10, you not 2
You live dead, how uncool
I took red, you took blue
It's Spoon

melodies from heaven.

He's so under the weather floating, this work lighter than feathers. 

Don't need 10,000 hours, cause my talent's innate. 

Won't

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Che-Fu

Navigator

2001

table turned by karma
ditch digging deep into pockets for each week
to cater for next week question mark after that week ? ends made up on contracts by

Lock-N-Load

L-Burna

Thug By Nature

2001

[Chorus: x3] 
Nigga, it's all about the drama 
Packin' pistols when we ride 
Mothafuckas about to die 
It's about to be some shit! 

I'm

and clear.
The blue water steals my heart with its beauty.
It makes me feel so relaxed and peaceful.
After a walk the King returned to his palace.
The next

Six hundred OJ on the blue way, like a two-ten
Now they lookin' for a black male in a blue Benz
Got behind me, now I'm doin' 'bout a dollar ninety,

On the Run

C-Murder

Life or Death

1998

ve been raised 
blues an shit I trained myself for combatbust back as I react 
On every attack so niggaz keep your mouths closed 
And eyes open 
My

to count up the 10’s and the fives,
Or when I told you I got slashed with the knife,
Fist full of keys when I got it in my eyes,
You said you was scared

from her friends

Checking on her makeup all the time asking if she look fine
When they tell her everytime that she a 10

Ask me if she better with

lives
So we keep 40s right by our spine
Y'all niggas look like niggas that go
In malls and start stealing clothes
(Bum ass niggas)
Honestly there's only

like to be cooked in this oven 
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand 
The hand picked up Jo 

After they arrived at their destination by hand travel 
They

Who Ridin'

Kam

Made in America

[ VERSE 1 ]
I guess y'all ain't heard the news
(About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues
(Say what?) By the deputy goon squad

that belongs
Your old life, you will never miss
Take a deep breath; count to a hundred and ten
And by the end, you'll fall asleep
Not one soul will be

after me without a SWAT team
And if I'm caught, it's gonna take ten to watch me
This is my life, and the way it is
You see I live by the gun so I'ma die

Hillwood Hustlaz

South Park Mexican

3rd Wish to Rock the World

1999

and the bote
Ponte quidao
Bow wow wow
Soy el mujado de sulda Hustletown
Blue and White Porche 
Sixty thousand dolla horse
At my ranch where my butt naked

of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga 
It's bout

far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too

to the end of it
On a good-enough side to live on the sentimental
Gratitude for not being locked up in a kennel
After all, in the end, The Universe is just

a nigga like he got 9 lives 
Paint a nigga red like a bag of hot fries 
I Ride for my niggas like bonnie and Clyde 
We do walk ups we ion do drive by's
Ion

play so what can I say
I’m in the trap house right by the lake
He rocking foogazzy, his shit fake
Bitch stepped out of line tryna see what I make

the blues after that take it day by day
And find friends that have loyalty n wanna be cool wit you for you
And without even havin Anything to proove

(Hook/Chorus/Intro:)

I don't want your fake love
The kind of live that makes you feel good but you know it ain't right
I don't want your fake love

a pen
I said Blue Chips is a ten
When will the gravity of my mortality hit me in the fucking head? 
Would you rather live a life that will never fucking

For da Brothaz

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes 

They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" 
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,