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Boy, go suck your father, your mother
Your auntie, your uncle, your
Sister, your brother, your bombaclaat niece
Knock your and rest in peace
Dark

hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

You say right, I say wrong
Change your mind or we'll never get along
Whole world's full of anger and hate
Brother don't keep fanning the flame
You say

As I Sat Sadly by Her Side

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

No More Shall We Part

2001

beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers

And God don't

by doubt like I’m drowning
I just need to work right now, right now
Bottom’s up, bottom’s up ’cause I’m feeling kinda hurt right now, don’t judge m

on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's

(ugh)
Clark Kent (yeah)
They don't recognize me then
They know that the choppa lethal, how the fuck can I pretend?
Let 'em in (yeah)
On my back like

promised to you
So get your life together 'fore it's through

"Pass the Cheerios!" he screams at his brother
While his sister's hair's done last minute by

with my brother, I just feel like Shuler
And he got that too, so boy, don't make him use it
Shawty, she carry her hand  under my ball

Get smoke, like

a murder show
I don't speak on shit I can't back up
Ain't gotta get full of shit for me to act up
Same niggas in your face, on your dick
Got they hands

we fear? What are we doing here?

When police judge a man by the color of his skin.

When front-line workers don’t earn a living wage.

Time to kneel.

We don't shoot back, cause we shoot first
Shoot a nigga inna back
Put his name on his hat and his
Face on the back of a t-shirt
I'll leave a nigga

Money don't change your character, homie
It just reveals it
There's no exceptions, there's no discretions
‘Cause trying to judge a life you
Never lived is

all his tricks backwards? Old news bro
Haven't you seen the plan B video? What? 

By the time my tre flip became poppable and my 
Impossibles wrapped

kinda hard trynna explain how I feel
Smile in they face so I can get by
They slipping like they steppin on bananas so they pill pop
Would you help me up

Stomp

DJ Nite

Nitemare, Vol. 2

1997

want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by

holding in his hands
He was a father who's children had been brutally killed
By the terror state of Israel and their enabling western shills
He couldn't

goes the stick heard his name was Rick
Doing the job real quick Body all white he must be sick
Can't slip don't be slick Bullets left his neck all

a writing mood
I don't wanna write this dude
Maybe say hi to you
Imma say bye to you
But Imma swipe your food
Swiper no swipin who
Homie survive and lose

still holding grudges
Party after party had me face
To face with judges
Circles had me trapping out the
Fountain in my budget
Nigga caught me slippin' so