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motherfucker
Get that ruger stay at late and kill that motherfucker
Don't assume me yo I take it to another level
You don't amuse me yo I'm anxious and I run

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

Josephine

DJ Hi-Tek

Soundtracks from the Shaolin Temple

2008

that's right sugar love
Come on

[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just wont get enough
The rain,

the thieves out the treasures
I can kick a freestyle
And recollect the segment
Like a movie, and I still sound groovy

Yo! (Men down)
We are not fucking around

Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor

Give me coochie in the crib
If I really get bored watch a movie in crib
Know some haters in my life
Wanna shoot me in the ribs
Cuz my ice so cold
Like

my rhyme, it's convincible
I don't take no shorts while I'm constructin the ground
that makes y'all move around to my hell of a sound
Girls drool on me

Alwayz into Somethin'

N.W.A

Niggaz4life

1991

beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully

Respect Due

Naughty by Nature

Poverty's Paradise

1995

autographs by the G's in the in-stores
And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus
Guess which

need all that-all that
Dough homie fall back, Homie never show that
Funny money Borat, leave him like my door mat
Flat on the ground, move tracks by

You played me
How am I supposed to feel
You played me
I try to do my best
But that never seems enough
Getting swallowed by these thoughts
But I try

Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch,

on your head
He has to be around
Right?
Sound bites
As in wave eats
He don't save fleets
Say please
Bitch you will obey me nigga
Hey team!
Let's go

Prelude:
Yeah, yeah, yeah…I hear what they sayin,' they really not sayin' nothin.'
Finite man, rebellin' against infinite God…that don't even sound

Cause I Don't Roll We Doubt
Get Gal By My Side
Colombian And The Guyanese
Always Have Dem Round Me that's How I Ride
Jamaican And The Japanese
When We

Alwayz into Somethin'

N.W.A

Syrup: Screwed Out, Vol. 2

1999

beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully

at every sound
I'd fix myself if I new how
There's no hope left for me now
I write shit down so I can see through the confusion
It's therapeutic making

grips
Now I mend 'em with bars and fine prints
Devastated by the lack of elevation
You been praying, I been chasing Pray for me
Pray for me when I'm

International producing, make sure you sound chris
You hear the sounds of The Syndicate
Diallo deh ya a cause damage
Jeanius deh pon di track and yes a havoc

We

Feel Marv Merchants from the Home Alone movie
Electrocuted, body’s shaking
Tables vibrating
Doc must be possessed by Satan
Pray, save me Jesus
Would you

The dog's asleep
By the back door screen
In a sunbeam streaming
I can tell he's dreaming
Some old movie on
I got the sound turned down
So I can hear

(Uh, ow, let's go, ah, woo, alright let's go let's go)

One man band never caught slipping
Outrunning tracks you can call me Olympic
Where's my

to death's door
An echo's dance, the sound always comes back
Find the beast, bring the horse back to me

Mother Kaye pulls little Blanche away
Flashes

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was