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we selling albums, music paying our bills 
City after city we be making a kill
Never signed a deal this that independent milli
Imma young boss man

this moment for a lifetime
Let's get the drums in
And put this car into drive

Yeah we're just the kids
Yeah we're just the kids
We're living our lives

So Many Tears

Mr. Quikk

Tight Azz Mixes

1998

's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna

They denied him existence but they let him live
In a lonely room

He would suckle at the bosom of Mother Earth
But his experience poisons that thought
He

Testimonial Year

Hilltop Hoods

Blazin: The After Party

2005

Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me,
From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets,
So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff

A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million mcs
I try to tell them
We're all in this

are still alive, the thunder will live on
All as one, in union, scream out loud
Here we are, we're gathered in this hall
United by the guiding light

weed to get by
Round stay fly, B steak fine
All over the scene, and scream and get live
You know me, got them blood shot eyes
No reason to keep

in deeper
Is this the debt you owe to him
All this pressure has me held by the throat
I can't bear this weight any more

Losing my sanity
Am I on my

Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?

everything I need to say
No more talking 'bout it, I'm done, getting rid of this weight
That be on my shoulders, nah, grabbing you by the feet
I'm dragging you

my beard can all stay and I'm thankful for this life that was made is God's grace

A man can't live this life on bread alone
Sometimes you need

range
Glock spit poison
Bitch I'm back like I never fuckin left
Y'all nigga take the summer off
Imma take a check
Keep it real with the niggas that's gone

live on vacation
We packed up all on yo ass
Sold much dope but not more than grass
We live this life like we just be fuckin packed
If you break my trust

I'm a Minecraft junkie
Put the poison to my lips, getting lit, we gunky
On the anvil making hits over Minecraft dumb beats
We lit in this whole album

Keep It Thoro

The Prodigy

Heavy Hits Mixed by DJ Enuff

2001

rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove

it a track and this is the shit for which producers are praised? They program a beat, they smile and press play.
I’ve got poison in my veins, fire in

we're going on
Take a big breath and try to stay calm
This is the album which you waitin' on
Shootin' my shot
I'm droppin' the bombshell
Hate that my

hands of you
And watch the pieces one by one
Wash away down the drain

I'll fake this mourning at your funeral
Dressed in black and trying not to laugh

or hurting for bucks
Dropping the same album twice like fuck a deluxe isn't one bad album enough
Just give it up you fucking suck!
I'm
Buzzing, coming live out

Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out

forbidden this nigga get his written off
Hardest spit in the city y'all niggas spitting kitten soft
Confused and amazed shook up with your brain missing

no doubt
Continue to get what's yours from out this fucker
Before your time run out
And may the force of survival forever rest with y'all
My live

is possible
Gotta stay solid stay honourable
Niggas try to stop it wе unstoppable
This lean is causing pain in my abdominal
Pouring so much poison in