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lames 

Tired of your crap

Put on for the city 

We win by committee 

Why I’m never scared 

I know that you with me

They want to be 

King with

ass by sayin' mister
I'm tryna knock the nigga out, lil' bitch I feel like Sonny Liston
I'm not the one to play with, bitch I make your whole family

in the church
Never play with your name
Most obedient little brother
Sending up little timber
But there was this little girl
That told me that she

Martin:
They just jamming on that song though, man.
Gotta get your groove on!

Give me five on the Black hand side
You got ties to the Motherland,

liftoff
It was West Syd to East Atlanta
Now it's ChickFila with a side of Fanta
Now we in the faith but we down to banter
If i'm in your face sorry mind my

Marijuana Bronson
Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz
Play possum with the pigs stuff
A dime on the kid
Just scripted for the brothers holding

I die baby)

Yeah I'm a hustler
I got my own I don't need yours
Third eye always on I'm awake
Please back up I need some space
I'm in a whole

On a Questlove
Hooked a couple women on the move
Some were Libras
Family talking down on what I do
My half brother looking down
On all my God given tools
This a 10

makin’ no noise or maybe a nigga just deaf
These niggas is shitty can tell by they breath, Control opposition till nobody left
That boy checked my brother

patterns all that really matter to a fucken loop scholar, not a dollar
Show your mom and your daughters son, sister and brother any avid listener
Bet they

people who seen money but never seen happiness

You make niggas back up; sell crack to their mother
You make niggas stab the back of their brother
You're

times come by
I got love for my brothers
I know I don't say this enough
Golden boys only
Always there when you need them
We're Far from original(FFO)
Our

of in that LaFerrari If this shit get hectic, yeah
Ride it like a Bugatti-atti Then let me catch it
You talk out your neck, then we gon' leave you

The same thing that killed that nigga got my ass rich
My brother called me said, stop posting all them counterfeits
He don't know I ran off

''that's none of my biz,
I can fly you out to islands with your girl and your kid
Just call me auntie if she ever question who that is''

Um steady

Behold a Pale Horse

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

on point cause we movin off course
I'm checkin for you and yours
It's hittin worldwide
We gotta maximize by eliminatin lies

[ VERSE 1: Mondo ]
Old Tommy Boy

line
Ridicule, for tryin' riddling Junkies
What a powerful country
That keeps, promotin off flunkies
18 years old and your brain is like lunch meat

Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton

gone I'm a leave it to my kids
We done fell out and it is what it is
Wish you the best and go handle your biz
You crossed the line and there's nothing

Yoh bro, ever got so high men, you can't even feel your fingers
ever told you I hate Monday, damn I hate Monday

I got fired on a, on a fucking

wrist
I ain't got no time if you're not talking biz
I know all my friends
I know all my day ones
Beauty in the struggle ugliness in the success
This is

getting lit, I can vouch that
Fires all in the studio

I've been by my lonesome, working on the pad
Getting healthy on these people, flexing out bad
Train

the scene
Damaging to your fav MC
Like there's no I in team
And there's no U in MIC
Cuz if I hear you speak
My brothers take a-
Wait
Like mathematics I

Flying might be tougher
My sympathies brother
Cause since towers fell it’s been
Hell if you other like Benjamin Linus
Your grind is bound to suffer
Baboon