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Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm

a fiend up your means so the average growing  
Of niggas tired of ramen selling regimen  
The mix clean they can't specify the specimen 
  
Wash my wins

Picket Fence

Brother Ali

Shadows on the Sun

2004

I was up and out my mothers house at 17
Been a grown ass married man ever since
Family reunions, I'm talked about but never seen
Cause I learned

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin' up the dub
What would the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one blood

[Verse 17: E-40]
The Bay

that just stand by itself
But like I said
I'm sorry I'm mixed

Rise up from dust to dust
God looked down and said that's enough
He snatched King right

Sicker-sicker than your average
My Detroit-My Detroit Players
This that land that bend by the river
Making circular whirl pools to heavens gates
Non popular truth

Laflex!!!
Hard to cry for real
The world ain't got no sympathy
Back up on this cycle and its fucking with me mentally
I been cleansing off these

Seek and you shall find

Find Shady tell him, sell him my crazy pen
I'll spray my ink up to heaven, sell my soul to the devil 
Even keeled,

Riding down 45 turnt up with my music blastin
Got the devil nervous the way I'm swervin  through traffic
Covered by the blood so I know I'm well

Woah I will
I will I will I will I will
If I said I will
Every second every minute passing by me I cannot chill
Straight up
Feel threatened my voice

shit
Speaker boxes by ny head that are full of hits
Dogs be acting like only kitties relevant
But loyalties a virtue
Heaven sent
And her purr is a tone

the clip it make a Atheist just start prayin up to my God in heaven
Man I'm super fly I might 911

Hit your bitches buildin at a quarter 7
Man and bless her

grandma house
Grab it right from my brother house
I'm trapped out
Workin' like a bitch
Cause I'm trapped out
Twerkin' with the clique
I got kicked up by my

disco ball

I turn that 8 ball to a brick finna ball better not come up short I need it all bitch aye yuh

G 48 blow him to chunks
Ima big bank you a lil

the guns and coke 
The bitches and flows 
Put your hands up, put your hands up I said
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4
3 white boys from copenhagen got the guns

on hold that prison phone's always taken
They put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up.
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates

looking for the One but I don't get on Tinder
Raw ain't gay, but God threw me in the grinder

Tore my flesh up then He said check up
Gotta walk by faith

I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
Here I stand open hands I want all of that
Painting vivid pictures influenced by old prescriptions
Of people passing

on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe

Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While

a heaven man
Even if I wanna live, I cannot go without them
Pumped up with adrenaline, and I cannot seem to ever die
White hand on my shoulder begging,

like it's a frat so initiate my past
Pass me another glass and I knock it backwards
I've been chilling by myself 2am on my own though
Bottle in my hand

You help escape reality to heavens gate
You know how to keep me calm when shit hit the fan
You help me open up and make me wanna understand
Apologetic

In My Backyard

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced