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a four-year-old
Uh, live in the flesh, a real macaroni
My ring of Rollies like "Ring Around the Rosie"
Kill a Haza, I'm realer than a river monster
To rock for

jewelry? yea, go 'head order some
She was in the barrio in the 80s for her only son
Shirts hanging on clothes lines hoping that the storm don't come
I

only bust your gat in air
Yeah you killing the clouds
Having shootouts with the atmosphere
You the wackest here
Unable for my rap to fear
You live fairy

and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever

and train, train, train like I'm Subway Surfers

Gotta love the game, not the gamer
Gotta know her face, but her name is a no-no brainer
Gotta have the head

dimension
Get your head in the game
The soulless do it for fame
The war will never stop
Till it's all claimed
It's all garbage in those books
Hot pain
Jesus

The name's Carl, Brutananadilewski
Rolling two deep, 2 wycked in my 2-seat
Live in a house by the aqua teen kids
With oil in the driveway that looks

It's that new age anthem, the two faced ransom
We making fly music so my rhymes stay handsome
I kick the beat down homie hit by the ankle
Burning

by an accident
Baby girl born free till she sees…

Fear of the foreigner on internet forums
I furrow my brow
Burrow our past
Rummage around till I see…

Sweet lover of mine
Oh, let me take you dancing
Sweet lover of mine
The scar of the foreigner
Sweet lover of mine
Let's go dancing, go dancing

a few shows
A Rockstar now everyone knows, Jones
Burning like flames
Even got foreigners saying my name
They told me enjoy it's all part of the game
Women

all about they hussle
Make a Def Jam out in the streets, without Russel
What's so strange is that I came in this game
With the ones who "Bang Bang",

slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,

slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,

Cruising down 8th street, 
 Off white lexus, 
 Driving so slow but BK is from Texas, 
 Me I’m up at Bedsty, 
 Home of that boy Biggie, 
 Now I live

can live better
Can we change the game
Can we expose the shame
Can we take it back 
When it wasn't about 
The fortune and the fame
We used to have

Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie

gang, gang, gang
Be the same niggas fuckin' up the game, game, game

By the way
This ain't a motherfucking, diss
This the motherfucking, truth
Bitch

I am so heartless, dauntless, that is my synopsis
I am an illusion not comprehended by optics
Reaching a conclusion everytime I see an opp twitch

motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my

All Eyez on Me

2Pac

All Eyez on Me

1996

motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my

got the pen and pad
I've never trapped around the corner
My blocks never been hot
But me I'm hot as sauna
I embark like a foreigner in this game
Purging

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these

by children of Abraham
But this bloodshed and carnage don’t understand
Son raise your head find the star in the night sky
Freedom will come Palestine