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Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad

Yeah 3-3-300 spartans, leading and marching
Swimming in women, I'm
Sleeping with dolphins, nah
Pay me no

You know I hate when I feel all alone
This paper won't save me
Man its time to grow
Ain't none of y'all see me
Because I stay low
Key in the game
I

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Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

believe that's me 

Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC 

P attack you from the metronome 
Catch you in your groove home alone 
Blowin' wit the chrome,

pockets are fatter
I stack out the bread with the letters
Why I'm talking something with David Letterman
Why I'm popping music shit, they let me in
Got

attempting to fill yours, it's like playing billiards
With a length of rope
So the crew has to milk him by way of his rectum
Now they call that a Tullamore

Live at the Tunnel

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

[Jadakiss] 

My outlet is full of powerful niggas 

Electrify ya tie  spark up the lah 

Keep the room dark  let me fill out my high 

Then

were saved by the grace of Father Claude (Hallelujah, hallelujah)

The Lord calls folks like me and you like in Bible days of old
Moses had a temper

History is just me writing shit about what this gifted week had to offer
God picked me out and said I had to prosper would you jump in a tank thats full

a crew
Sunny days gone cloudy days came
Like it or not it's on you
I'm in cali on a 2
Vacation from Malibu
That lil bitch ain't my boo
I'm finna tell

Lying-in-the-sofa type of guy, that's me,
In the party I'm like "bye-bye, got a ride back in a taxi"
It's getting down tonight,
They're living it up

magic bitch call me david blaine.
You wish you had this shit, running through your veins.


Cuz im a shooting star inside a glass room,
She put one by my

shake and clean our guns, and hope the next hit in the thousands

You can't even break a glock down, but you wanna shoot wit me
You put the ball in my

Da Graveyard

Big L

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous

1995

like a knapsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP

It's the number one crew in the area, known

if they're not what they say
Just as long as we can all get along
In a quiet and uncomplicated way

And outside it gets hotter by the hour
And bad news

I figured don't need accounts with the figures
To paint a figure in it
I'm full of faith, am I obese nigga?
I might fill up space with my faith nigga

floods
Chop with a scope it will hit you from deep
Better think twice about coming at me
Pull up n let off like 47 shots
Fill you wit led now yo body in

and silence is the only message
I feel enraged by all this comfort keeping me in blackness
Ready I'm ready to move out into a world of madness
(Ready I'm ready

knows that gangster music made me do it in my mind
Much oblidged for pounding your beats fullblast until Im choked out screaming cunt
Fuck

a crackhouse full of fiends
Payin the hustlas fee
Round the clock makin the cream
And I'm still here nigga but that's jus me
Unexpendibly present
Cause nobody

you could bloody well lose it/
Come on call if you run with a crew which/
is armed with a gun and a full clip/

Pointed at the business give me points

wetin the lord has blessed
Nobody fit temper what the lord has made
Nobody nobody fit to take my space ooh
Son of the spirit like david dance in the most

be the big fish
I’m the new age king of lyrical fitness
You didn’t believe in me, now I’m hitting this
How many time must I claim I’m king
Not in rap,

much in my mind it nearly breaks my neck
They think my lifes a wreck but im living like this for a bigger paycheck in the end
Cuz money aint shit to me

full with His peace
With a love so grand it’s hard to understand
Why He would come save you and me