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you home tonight
Yea I seen a few, but you got em' beat
By your jewelry, and your booty, and your sexy feet
Just tell me what your sippin, no matter

Intro (Grafh)

Yeah
What's up what's up
Where I'm from, no excuse for being broke
Gotta blame yaself nigga
Facts
Still outside, still
Hey yo
Check

The Lamb's Blood

Shabazz the Disciple

Birth

1998

[Chorus]
Leviathan got the ghetto in the death hold
You better lace the lamb's blood on ya threshold
I march in ranks with a vexed soul
All them

paper by any means
No time for girls but shoutout to ramen
We run this shit no apologies
I break a stack bring it back
Magic trick copperfield
Davids back

hand on the script
(Ayy) , I need bags for my chips (Ayy)
I don't hit tricks, my baby
Like cash to yo' cent, Yeah
Ever since I got a backhand for my

take up the trick
Yeah 擦り切れちゃうよな 'cause you feel
I gotta go ねえ 夢から醒めるような閃き yeah
Give me a shock

Hey yo! Wonderland にあなたをご招待
Spar 決めたら 1, 2で終了かい?

I try not to portray be somethin I ain't
So how you say I ain't, when I can, sayin I can't
Blank minded rhymers
Writers shootin off blanks
Half man,

Yo
Yung Jefe Holmes
Chase The Money (Chase The Money)
Steppers

Stepping on shit
Stepping on shit
Stepping on shit
We be stepping on shit

or the squealer
Yo the hood stay popping, them hoods stay plotting, education is rotting
Preps for 9 to 5 hopping, shipped to afghan, but you straight of Compton
We

(Dmac on the fucking track)
Yeah, yeah turn me up
Had to go and get it by myself
I never needed niggas for the help
She the reason why I move in

feel betrayed, bitch I know the game
Fuck yo clique free shade, gang march like parade 
He ain't getting payed, bitch you getting played

Um yup aye,

a cougar I prolly go take her and her daughter go get em a face lift
Tell her I'm outta this world so we can take off in my spaceship

Staying alone by

Yu hate me nah dat ain't likely

Ima big dawg Yu lil pissy puppies can't do nothin wit me
Talkin beef well I got shells wit me nigga by da plenty
Dis

A bitch'll run em out they pockets
Then she jump another ship

Man these niggas pussy whipped
They ain't even got a grip
Kitty knocked you off yo pivot
Bust ya

And before I could ask why, troopers just passed by
Kicked in the church door, wood and glass fly
Should I help her? My conscience said you gotta dog
So I went

ain't claiming s**t
Can't put on a mask

By mask I'm meaning they front
Broke b***h be playing on cunt
All cool when i get it all ride
In live and you get

got M4a back on his old shit
Don't fuck around or get yo ass fucking hit
Yea mothafucka
Killa in this bitch straight up outta death row
Talking by my

Or would it be a trick like US convinced us we all were free
Or would I be Shunned out by the people who don't look like him nor me
Shout out to the blacks

Working on my craft
Tryna see just where it goes
I got visions of me chilling
In a villa by the coast
And some money in my pocket
Just enough to be a ghost

Yo
Skin tight, are my booty pants
Stay up all night, doin' doin' booty pants dance
As I walk on by take a booty pants glance
If you ever need a man,

with his rod and his scripture
Singing take it or leave it, like it or hate it cause  
That's the way it is, yo
You just can't teach  an old dog 
No new

Bam
4x

Yeah  Mc Rxza, Rustyk 
yo that how we do it in the ghetto
we use our brain now we dey fundamental
yeah man
guy make you nor think am men 
who

cre ya swaying to this,

OoOOooh

OoOOooh


Yo I be kicking it trick'm with the quickening,


cre ya listening, this is riveting,


I've been sitting

in my brain, I'm taking the risk
I'm doing them tricks in my brain, I'm doing them
Tryna dive in, yeah, I'm deep back, I'm relaxing, yo
Dive deep in,