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Why are you laughing
This nigga Ross is probably not used to niggas like us
Talked to my pops the other day, he say
Just Know this son, I'm proud

the op went wrong
Could've died that week
And I could never live a life that bleak
See
S'why I'm thankful I breathe too
On a solo mission 'til I get that

sides
Yeah you gotta know that you is wrong and I'm right
Yeah I do not know what to do anymore
I walk in that bitch with a Rick Owen coat
I got a white

moving through brush
The beats is grim, the ambiance plush
The speaker won't bang
The sneaker won't lust
Snitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bust
Catch you

knee on his throat my nigga, if I was there to see would of smoked that pigga
Had us on the trees by a rope my nigga, Martin had a dream but I'm woke my

Bucktown

Smif-N-Wessun

Boot Camp Clik's Greatest Hits: Basic Training

2000

prankster 
Rude bwoy dead 'cause him thought him was a gangster 
Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets 
Test the wrong dread now him in eternal

this is a dead end
Going down the wrong path made the wrong selection
Let me steer you in the right direction
Just for you I made this handicap

*Humms* 

Verse 1 
Yea, 
Show me to the safe, I need all the bank, 
Wrong side of town, First 48, 
Trap house jumping, How can I escape, awww. 
Dead

Pimpin Won't Die

Papoose

The Nacirema Dream

2013

dead but she got found by the garbage man
Remember her pops who molest er
Her moms' name was Brenda
Baby girl all alone, she grew up on her own
Went

prick
Walking dead like I been I been Rick
Blame the chronic no Riddick
I been with a gang of the misfits
I been with a bang and my pocket gon grin
With

Thought he was flash by the way he was runnin
On that block with the I went dumb
I was fienin to turn em to runtz
Bro started flickin tryna leave em stuck

two or three days the wisdom kicks in, fills my head
By then I see the ashes where a bridge once was steady
I'm ready, to begin again, but trust is hard

son a goon
That was the only way of life is what your son assumed

You dead wrong he headstrong
That's the exchange

He in the streets
Fucking Super

niggas want some smoke, light it up and tell him take a hit
By the way, I think I said that wrong, can you take a hint
I ain't hoppin' in that car, bitch,

Well, will he push on, well kush my own Law
Look at you, you smell like poo
Come while thinking about bands

None mom did wrong, ain't no field, long

the bigger man but that shit ain't my purpose 

If loving you was wrong fk that shit I'm always right 
Life is what you make it well I'm about to change my

For too long, I was numb
All them drugs I’ve done been fucking up my dreams
What’s wrong with you, Prhyme?
Where the fuck you been at?
Scratching

the necranomica

That's right the book of the dead
Take one puff off this shit
The Demons deep in ya head
Your having haunts and you freak
Swear you can't even

A lie doesn't become truth
Wrong doesn't become right
And evil, doesn't become good
Just because it's accepted by a majority
That's a quote by Rick

better sit down beside her
I know what you did last summer, bitch - slut - liar
(I sEe DeAd PeOpLe!)

< "You need to quit." >

[Mannie]
"Bartender,

with this dirty game
Feel like I'm on a dead-end
Like, damn where my nigga Rick?
Damn where my nigga brick?
As time fly I think about you
Know you tired

Yo, ayo by blood is hazey, smokey gaze
Glazed in ways, dilates cook-up my hybrid
I've witnessed every act of violence
Silence is isolated; I'm in

grinding by myself, ain't need no one to manage me
I'd be dead if I'm wrong, ain't no one just can compete, yeah
Push to start the whip, I'm going fast, I'm

watch ya back
When I'm by my doly god tell me don't lack
If I make the wrong move I lose everything I have
So I'm with my brothers everyday I keep 'em