Lyrics:
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If you real nigga you can't mind
Real niggas we can't die
Christian Loubs on their period cause their
Soles blooded like a tampon
I used
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Stupid
You can't fuck with this, y'know I know
Bring your whole team kid yeah thunn
Yo, I love my niggas for that
We strike back, handle business
can leave me
I only learnt one thing this year
And that's that, ain't nobody really ever gonna need me
They don't care whether you play your part
They
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
born, uh
To meet up with this kid by the name of X
Had to go to him 'cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless
Our first time meetin', we was always
one old dude in school, never having fun
The quiet kid, who didn't like a pun
The kid stept to him, asked for a gun
The guy gave it to him. Questions,
they didn't surpass this
We reside actually, acrobatically, yo...
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Came and burn me if you spit words in flame from your brain
(What?) Rugged
(Didn't I)
Didn't I tell you we was gone make it to the top nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I
Didn't I tell you this was the new birth of the Roc,
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
Light is shinin' beauty sunshine
Here comes one-time the ball was so fine
Heat is blazin' the kids were playin'
His partner was shady tryin'
a simile disappear like
The line inside this line
And every time I rhyme
They see an Optimus in his prime
I transform, I could reach the blind
My mind's
sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and your jumping from sweat
One step, two step, G checker kid Run up on your block and your wigs are getting
Split Grew up on a Ezi, let me tell you how I live
Hard times, never
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Hey! Any time of day
I'll punch my fist right through your face
(Hey) make you bleed enough to make
You think you'll pass away (Hey)
I'm not like
my mind all the time)
To blow your mind (blow my mind all the time)
Don't waste my time, baby (blow my mind all the time)
I blow your mind (blow my
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done
he'll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through all this
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date and 4 dicks
My pockets flat kid
You
Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false
this one for, ya feel me? (I wouldn't be here today)
If the old school didn't pave the way
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If
your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's
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