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Jealous Got Me Strapped

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

1994

That be playin me G 
Like a sucka ass nigga see 
That ain't feeling me 
It ain't easy 
To kill a G 
A mothafuckin' playa 
From tha F, A, to tha see

I'ma call you my junior
I can see they runnin' gimmicks (see that shit)
Cross me once, it's up, you finished
They gon' show they true intent (hey)

gas meter in need of a pump
I got dreams of taking whatever we want
Thinking if I can make one song to take me on the big screens
And Have the city

peacoats with pumps in the sleeves
Pull up in yellow Bimmers like we fuckin' Latin Kings
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left the TEC by the swing
Pay fees

Planet of the Apes

Raekwon

The Lex Diamond Story

2003

Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em!
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin'

let the stress suppress me 
Nevertheless a demon possess me 
Success is in the mind 
Control your f*****g thoughts 
Be your own boss like that nigga

that she want me
She don't want me she want hoes

She a little hoe
She a little fucking bitch
And she know that I don't need nobody
F

Bitch ya
Give me

See this is the type of sh*t that will get me right back on my grind
I’m seeing through your eyes through your skin through your clothes
I’m looking

S U R G I N G
Thats me
S S U Ä V
Accent the A please
S U R G E
S S U Ä V
H to the F E
FE
FE
FE
FE
Rondo numba nine spittin RPGz
One thing on my mind

I Hope
I hope I fell in love
With a bad chick yeah
I hope she's the most Savage
Then the savage in me yeah
I hope she's the one
By the middle

fuckin with heat
I'm a motherfuckin g and if I'm lyin then poof
May the Lord strike me dead in this motherfuckin booth
I'm the truth, emeritus, the F

blow me
Down I doubt it kid, or
Get yo' ass Whooped behind what ya mouth did
You need more "Hail Mary's"
Than a catholic! Yo ass ain't slick I'll
Mess

A 300 fi di gal dem
A wudda fuck forever
Me nah tell no lie
Me wudda fuck forever
Gal to how yuh pump um tight
Me wudda fuck forever
So when  me fren

the Spirit livin in me I'm a start and I'm a finish
And you gotta deal with it us
Making sure that you feel it whenever we step in the building
F

Parole Violators

Capone-N-Noreaga

The War Report

1997

leave his mouth taped
Eliminate, news on B-E-T, got pictures of me
Killer ki, the F.B.I. scanned the blocks
Use photography, want me and my team out

I'm gone pull up in that skrt skrt just send me da addy
Girl you know you got a fatty I might have to fight yo Daddy

(Verse 2)
Ok I f***** her in her

when nobody could tell me
T.F.R. didn't run shit
But to me that's just a memory
So sit back and relax
Sip on this on this Hennessy
I got thrax in

and design
Sanitize the inner prize
The plan is amplified
Fans are f'n tired
By the need, provided me
Allowing me to open the
Show is over, no promoter

the muzzle 
Verbal razor bladen shaven Stubble
I aint even mumble
Third eye
Chocolate thai
Got me oh so high
F to the l - y
Saying final goodbye 
I wright

Mo' Mail

Spice 1

187 He Wrote

1993

real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it

Is this real life or a dream?
Who gives a f--k it's a scheme

I got the fox devil on one shoulder to teachin me to hate
With a donkey on the other

Can't Be Stopped

My mind on the paper my hands on the pen
You get ready to lose your breath by ftm
My rhymes flying in 1.80 from my tongue
Never

Can't Be Stopped

My mind on the paper my hands on the pen
You get ready to lose your breath by ftm
My rhymes flying in 1.80 from my tongue
Never

with me them niggas is my sons
I'm 'bout to get a vasectomy
Punchlines is my specialty
Ever since I learned my ABC's
Them C's couldn't F with me
I'll pop