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by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit
Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
treat me right
Everyone I should've listened
Over learning repeat lessons
Cut by your thorns
Infected, no cure
Poisoned rose, and touch
Hurting me is not
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
To those leading revolutions
Skitcha’s gunna’s music
Ammunition can be found in decisions made
Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away
Far from
betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha
Inspiration
Where are you
I've been waiting
Where are you
I've been patient
Where are you
Planned to take a break from music and I wrote an album
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
And bro, I'm like so, I'm so like, I'm so like
Lookin' forward to your album
I'm so, cause I sow how hard you worked for this album
I'm like so,
So excited
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
up
You had me in your asylum but I decided that I had enough
The Cure is not inside of you fear
The cure instead is inside of Christ
There's a hope
an album, now I put another need to rest
You said I miss you, let's get together
But you missed all of your chances to stay by my side
And when I go and pop
the fence)
This one is a hit and I'm aiming for the fence
Don’t put me in that game
I’m gon’ turn into a massacre
I’m down by a lot
I flip the script quick
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