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know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy

Uhh, ooh baby, baby
Keep it thug and keep yo' heat
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly
Thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died

failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack

niggas see what's goin on here!
Yeah! kay slay! busta rhymes nigga!
Album number four big homey!
And let me explain to 'em why your
So much more than a dj!

walk by
Fought by, ran from feds and got caught by
And the all-time problem when it's all lies
The bullshit's always the centre
Of the bullseye
Hey look,

of Heat
That's my favorite dish
And my name ain't Mr hanky but
You know that I'm the shit
With a rock that's cocaine
Never us so she hang with broke lames

Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished

Rush

Talib Kweli

Quality [Clean]

2002

dot org
For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we

the king
And everything else written by thirteen
One album, ten singles, all released
Now eleven, more cooking, with the heat
Dreams for the future getting

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket,

the new heat like Trump staff, daft
Deep in the bloodline like Bubba with shrimp
Travelin' man that plans to go out with a Gump past
Make your radio sign

Oh, do you feel me? Facts, what I'm still on
And I still got racks, I'm a real don
And we used to bang your shit
Now you're album, it's just

Yeah, look, I listen to niggas' albums like, "What the fuck all the hype about?"
Like, nigga, I can write one verse that'll wipe 'em out (no cap, huh)

Cutthroat Game

Spice 1

The Ridah

rappers wit a plaque rollin weed on it
Glocks and pistols on the album cover
Pointin heat in my videos, callin my enemies suckas
I was 16 wit hustler's

Those who oppose are my foes
All stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe Kurupt Capone
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold
So

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly
Thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think

was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war

Don’t speak Spanish that’s fine by me
Its Straight Fire In the Booth
More Fire than Shaq
I'm loaded with these bars
Ready to attack
Going grat-atat-tat

against you
Do you dirty and then say they miss you
Don't dwell on it it's in the past
Ain't no need for that cloudy overcast
Heat it up
Eat it up
Beat it

pop up, they acting right
No act up
No broke bitches on a heat album
Bitches kissing when I go platinum
Mad cause you can't get a bag like me
This

that do believe in luck
God by my side, and I still keep my glock (Glock)
Eyes on the price and I put them on lock
Yo! (Aye!)
Hold! (Aye!)
I don't fear

filled 3 albums recorded
Come to the crib I'm on the MPC
Never erase a track less that shit is ugly
It may mean nothing to you
But I don't ever plan

pop a pill
Im bouta die
Goin like Killy I wanna deal
Side by side I wheelie up in these hills
Scooter game sick
Suburban the way I'm built
Im west side

even bouta get too deep
The shit right before the mill like meek
Pussy nigga and ya flow game sound like qweef
Hell nah it don’t sound like heat
I feast