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Now y'all got these pussy niggas all in my face, keep tellin' me they gon' ride
I got circuit court probation cases and I don't even know why
Just go

Dead Bitch

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector

2013

Send'em finna get butt naked 
I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house
An a lady up in the backroom
An a cocaine had me dizzy I was

Two Nations

The Streets

The Hardest Way to Make an Easy Living

2006

you lot keep killing all your best talent
We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them
And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them
I don't

your judgement
So don't even test
All I see is hate
Can y'all give it a rest
Its cool to celebrate someone elses success
I'm just the messenger
Don't

Streets Is Watching

Jay-Z

The Tables Have Turned

1999

Uh-huh uh, check

Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous
What's a nigga to do?
When the streets is watching,

Streets Is Watching

Jay-Z

In My Lifetime, Vol. 1

1997

Uh-huh uh, check

Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous
What's a nigga to do?
When the streets is watching,

(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look

Boy, we jackin' war, we ain't jackin' beef 
Niggas wanna fight, put him in the sheets
.30 got the ray,

chicken wing, hot dog and bologna (Great John on the beat by the way)
I'm doing shit you imagine, ayy (chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies)
I

whenever I get it I don't really like chains but I'll Buy me a tennis
After I do what I do then it's done then it's finished I don't live by society cause

the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah)
The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah)
I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using,

Pina Colada

Big Punisher

Endangered Species

2001

what the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, If I shoot, are you gon' shoot back?
I don't think so, your man a thug, you ride piggy-back
You the one that

Top of the hour
Very few don't cubicle or cell
This that 9 to 5 or 23 and 1
Pick and shoot your gun
It's my life (yes), don't tell me how I'm going

hats on our heads

And by ordering and using the name of religion and God, they separate the head from the body

They slice like a cucumber

It's

don't shoot the messenger
This above Mary's pay grade, don't be pressin' her
What's in store finna bring change, no cash register
Nothing will ever be

time to wake up Zion; Lionesses, let's hear you roar
Strap up your combat boots, and don't forget your swords
Yahuah's warriors are girded up: don't be

will hear that and be like what da fuuuh
Don’t shoot the messenger I do this on a regular
I feel the heat round here ain’t even raise the temperature
I

Drive by with bright minds make cycles
Raise position
Lift a little higher
Clip, point, shoot, fire
Spreading like a virus
Through the sky yes
Waves are

on the mic bro come get your mans
I'm just the messenger please don't go and shoot at me
Them boys not good at math but solve their problems with them 223's

Like nigga what you want to do
Because either way it go I'm John Wick, I shoot comfortable
Morton Grove, Hi-tec or the Tris, it's up for you

by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we

you’re ain’t dressed to kill,
Exactly but don’t shoot the messenger,
God in flesh I’ve been tellin ya,
Rap will make heaven on earth for the kid but

the streets I don't need no deal
And I miss my nigga Croshawn he go hard
Shoutsout to John-John he taught me how to shoot that ball
And Angelo that my nigga

2' o clock I'm in the booth, I'm finna let that demon out
Old hoe like to be in my phone no John Cena, can't see me now
Stalking on the block, we

a myth
I move heavy you know I don’t slip
Big umbrella the Phantom is lit
Shoot the beat that’s a dead man
He hating on me I’m a deaf man
I keep the stick