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Projects get to tore up
Gangsters don't grown up
I never had to throw up
Im rapping like my fro back
I'm broke like the world view
But I still love

like cancer
Modern warfare, niggas be campers
Niggas so gangster, nah they be actors

"Catch me outside" you sound like that bitch
You wanna be one so

right by a festival
Stop watching WCW
Cause real life is something like MMA
See they complain about and they say
But they snitching on themselves everyday

Hard to believe true love comes easy
Come in like the seasons then it's gone by the evenings
If I'm wrong I don't mean it but I be paranoid
And I be

you so sunshine
Sun 

What I feelings- death 
My Ambition- death
Hide my all the time
Sorry spirit wife
I hope you understand
everyone loves criminal

Verse 1

Walking with your friend, in the middle of the road,
Just heading back to your Grandma's home,
Mr. Policeman harshly tells you where to go,

this rapping shit
All of that chatting get you packed ina casket pussy relax with it
Mr make a package flip
And i run with some savages
They know how im

about it 

I seen injustice that no one has seen 
I seen a gun with no love in between
I ain't a dog but they try put me down the way pets go to sleep

And my flow is spectacular
I told yo hoe imma bachelor
She instantly bent over for me
Oh how I'm tapping her
She love throwing that ass at us
And oh how

watch it, that copy copy
Can't find fit for the love that can't stop me
Unless I'm ruthless, you should be around to

Smooth criminal, give up, MJ be this

where I stay
I took me an L, but I ball every day
I go by Mr. Money, make sure I get paid
This feature was free, cause I'm locked up with K
Got the heart

Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows

Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if

the morning and been in jail by the end of the day

She told me she loves me and we just met Had to shut it down like Tyriques mrs
Foot slap calm if we got no

on the stunt, Moz smell like paper
Lil' different from these rappers, I'm a real life gangster
Mr. Jabeta still in the clanker for sellin' strippers

Warriorz

M.O.P.

Warriorz

2000

feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage
I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage
I have your ass hypernatin'
Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five

from the streets of the H
Got no love for the weak or the fake
Lookin like I’m bout to ski by the face
50 Gs and a big white key in my safe
Live from

a brain of Mrs. Obama
One semester left from being the first earning yo diploma
Came too far to throw it away by trying to model for FashionNova
Not trying

have been sleep sipping dreaming
By your fine face no spot
Every night you my nightmare
And I still love you when I hit it in the spot
Vroom vroom like

as an option too
So Mr. President don't tell me what I'm not to do
When depression drugs disease and debt is all we got from you
I was a caterpillar still then I

mend
As for me I'll transmute to better things
No more gangster ballads, less dream-pop bling
And if I could reverse 7, 1, 0, 2
I'm not sure if life

made it elevated
But irritated
By all these critics saying that I'm
Outdated
Y'all overrated got funk flow
For all you hoes
Put a million on the table

They could never run with us
Young apocalypse
When it comes to making doe
They seem anxious
But they dying to live
They aint gangsters
Thats why we fan

and that fussin
Bitch, I'm bustin' in the function, buzzin' off the skunk and
I just bought a 8th of gas and got it from my cousin
Got bitches by the dozen,

Act a Fool

King Tee

Ruff Rhymes: Greatest Hits Collection

1998

I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk, because disco sucks
Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I'm