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by me
I don't got no beef them niggas dead probably
I ain't never crossed a nigga yea I been solid
Main Street nigga go out there and ask bout me
Heard

listen to me
Because, I'm still dead
And the scars are up my thighs
And I bleed out in the bathtub
And I'm all rotten inside

Do not worship false idols

sleep my nigga 
I ain't cocky bout my path 
That's by no means 
Sugar water babies 
Tryna make it off a hoop dreams 
Poppa was preacher 
Mama was teacher

the

Memories, experience
Motherfuckers, gentlemen
2010's
I loved you all beyond the end
I just love it all beyond the end

Lightning, red
It's not dead
It's

Till the End

Big Syke

Be Yo Self

1996

through bottle it harm wid dice bitch to your fuckin' throat
He's dead and he's gone goody bye, so you know that is all he wrote
So bon voyage to those that

suppose to do this on my own
Tried to black mail me over the phone
How you turned on yo dog bruh I thought we was friends
Drink out the bottle just pass me

Go N' Get It

Ace Hood

Blood Sweat & Tears

2011

chasin' cream
Go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it
Need it by any means

OK now ridin' round with that rocket
Nigga tryin' to steal my flow though

of you can hold this smoke
Search that chest, opps by west, lucky that you never got... (Dead)
Fully equip, tools by hip, if you dance with me you're

my dogs at?
(I've been feeling fenced in) pulling away
The stick go when you talking shit
Hop out the whip and then
I'm fucking yo bitch
I don't wanna

of killer bees
Death's in the air, walking dead, such a Thriller scene
Sweating profusely, past memories breach mental dams
When I was wild, unafraid

The Groupie Routine

Frank Zappa

You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 1

1988

ever run into any members of the tree dog night?
Joe shermy once i...
Oh! they are my favorite band!
They're so professional, I mean...
So creative...

Just Us

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

this

[ VERSE 1: Top Dog ]
(You) thought I was finished, you thought I was done
Cause I took time off to raise my son
But I rep for the streets, prepared

and look back at the patterns how I ended up where I am
Begin to realize it's been multiples roles that I have adopted for stage
To get by and survive
As if

to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16

again
I drink from this bottle dog it's my only friend
I'm so scared to be alone again
Fake smile on my face
I just can't keep pretending like I don't

block
I'm only knowin cold by the wasatch
Thinking bout Ron clair reversing hands on the time clock
If you from over you know the park was the damn spot

They wanna' come fuck with a star, more bottles we love alcohol
I'm flexing without you, you knew I was bound to
I took her for round two, I'mma

the day before 


Is he asleep or is he dead
Are the memories pretty in his head
You say it’s sure fire times
I say it’s the end of our lives 


In Ireland

3 doors down from the enemy
A symphony of 10 toes down niggas ready as they’ll ever be
Hanging with the bottom of the bottom
Everybody bottle what’s

see a ship on the horizon
Comin' up, and I'm realizin'
It's time for another uprisin'
I'm manin' this attack by suprise n'
"Avast mates, fire up

trying
You ain't got the answers you just got the facts
Your dog from way acting like somebody pet
And you trying to be a vet cure the pain for a check
By

the hate 
Walk in the bank toting the rocket
Don't give a fuck I'm just making deposit 
Walk out the bank upping the rate
Ask how I'm doing I been doing

some hope
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
I'm covered by Allah, man, you niggas can't touch me
Pocket rockets gone go blahh, after pushing that

bottles 1942 how we celebrate
Ain't no rest in peace for the dead nigga we celebrate
7/4 that's a smurkish day you know we celebrate
They say location