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shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
and family took the alley to Miami
Got caught up and now my baby's got no daddy, can you send me something?
I can't do all of this shoutin' on an empty
it real I had so many chances to get
To get me a deal but I pass up the lay ups
I can't be sellin my soul out to nobody
Sooner than later I'll prolly
in mortuaries orbiting in war that no one knows what even for to find
I'm just explaining where the bar is set to get up near me
And proudly rip shit
undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin'
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his
Bullets spraying' down so fast and I'm waiting for a bitch to pull up on me so I can snap
Bells are ringing, shots are flinging
Hands are swinging, my bars
flaw, how are bitches callin' me a clown
When you're the one with five pounds of fuckin' make up on
But I ain't playin' soft, y'all the ones who paints
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
Cartier glasses just cost me Thousand
I mix up the sprite watch the color turn darker
Comeback rewind see that ass getting larger
I'm making
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
at me and see I'm cute that's why you won't see the slash
Coming from the back of my bag keep a knife by my calf
start it but you'll finish last
prepared
the first album up until this day
I mean it's been four years since my last album
And people still tweet at me everyday telling me they love me and they
They
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
Yeah yeah
Everytime I wake up from my bed I gotta flex
I just go to my home city then I flex up on my ex
And you know it's on when me and Ducrez link
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do"
In 1970, David Peel's second album came
at me
Thumbs up to the sky hoping God is pleased
But I failed to see, that very gesture was a gun
Blasting my brethren in the name of the Son
Sheesh,
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker
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