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woah
If I tell the truth they'd try to lock me up for treason, woah
Look
They put my people on slave ships
They make my people work slave shifts
They

close
Drank up in my cup yeah I'm sipping on two tones
Haters ain't ready for me 'cause I stay bad to the bone
It goes down
Hell yeah I put it down
Where

(freezing)
Crystal Palace, call me King Cole (King Cole)
Every time I came home (what d'you have to do?)
Had to lower my tone (okay)
No trench talk, just war

went and he switched up?

Shit I don't know but I'm fed up, and lately been getting my bands ups 

You hating not focused on bands huh? 

Like what, I

tired, that is dangerous
Laughing our way to a rainforest
I got too much to lose, I should pray more
I wreck the wall so we layered up
Too fed up at home,

Imagine you stuck by da code
Imagine da tone don't gotta reload
In a world without no cancer
Now da doctor giving up some answers
See my opps dying

The nothingness to which I aspire
Fed by parasites, they revel in every single second of the pain
Overwhelming, can't fix a problem that's rooted in

hang out like Lizzo
Whole lotta booty when she bend over
Drank a lotta milk, Cornbread fed
Macaroni sound when you hit her
She can be a black or a white

I was pushing and you had pushed me off the edge
Right to the feds, you thought I was dead
But I got the fuck up instead
And when it's up then it's

Hol on this train goin' by
Pull up im sending that playa hater home
Slugs too thick they penetrate his dome
Fuck with the enemy you fuck with my bro

Get That Up off Ya

Project Pat

Crook by da Book: The Fed Story

2006

Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them

they meant it ain't nobody gonna blame me
But I been a fed up enemy of frenemies who ain't me so
I keep it bottled up like I'm carbonated
I keep it

I'm fed up

I said I'm fed up
But I gots to keep my head up
I do this for my city so I could never just let up
I gave it all I got
I'd do anything

your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,

If I wake up, may just go and hit the snooze
Never been the type to cry in interludes
This ain't a game, boy, I play by different rules
Maybe one day

answering
Holla fuck you, leave a message at the tone
Hi it’s J-Miri
I like to go by that now cuz the beat is so scary
Fantastic I get that a lot
My hands are

a pub with his lass
Went over and shook his hand, said, "what's up with this crap?"
He said we'd speak later...but we never did
And still to this day I

an act boy
Scared of your true colours little pussy boy
Gills on me I just drown in the D'usse boy
I'm a sad bastard I know you love that
Iced out two-tone

the cut, smoke roll in the headlights
Pack that stick up
White with the chalk, no coke for the fed lines
Bad lil bih' stuck
Hands on my waist, cause she down

Make the money stack tall right now
Make the, make the money stack tall
(Keep your bread up high)

Make the money stack tall right now
Make the, make

Make the money stack tall right now
Make the, make the money stack tall
(Keep your bread up high)

Make the money stack tall right now
Make the, make

by myself and shit so t changing when I blow
Turned my tommy to d & g
Shit ain't sweet choppa rock em like p & b
Can't decide if he a friend or he

Champ Remix [Mix]

Ghostface Killah

GhostDeini the Great [CD/DVD]

2008

, them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your

Yeah, yeah
Lynks, Lynks, Lynks, Lynks
Wake up five in the morning and I'm sippin' on D'usse
I'ma go get my bag, I don't care what you say
I got