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Crooklyn

Special Ed

Crooklyn

1995

Dan
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uh Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-car kid, there you are

enact the twenty fifth
You should see them shooters standing by ya' bed(Right there)
I'm on it now
Believe it's the season for treason
A magazine at ya'

it stings 
But we can't accept/no patience left 
We can't stand by/John has to die 
We can't ignore/this is a war 
There won't be any more 
Bad things

mode
Eye of the tiger
Showed all dez secrets to eyes of a liar
Hey there Delilah
Dat coochie was fire
Hope iont get fired for mixin desire
Told my big

but
When you need my money
I'll be saying not go happen
Cause you faking on supporting
Should've thought before you blew it
Hey

Let me show you who's

Hey, Yeah, What, Oouu
Vision, Vision, Oouu aye
What? Again? I did it, Again (Again)
Yeah, Yeah, Aye
I keep a Tec! (Oouu yeah)
I keep a Tec! (Oouu

Written By: Darryl Hop Hill Jr.

[CHORUS]
Yeah, let me know is you ready? 
It's shot o' clock babe you know we get crazy, 
Taking shot after shot

can save a couple dimes
So I got there pretty fast. Just around the corner, and he said
Hey, welcome to Cookout, can I please take your order?

I said,

Unemployed		
	
		
		Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.


Verse :		My job used to be the kind I thought would last
		I paid your credit

a beast
I'm a problem
I'm a creep
I got a different flow
Every tape every beat
Hey there, man
What it do, young dude?
I just came for the check
One, two,

Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask

Dan
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uh Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-car kid, there you are

Whatever It Took

X-Raided

Unforgiven

1999

Hey Dott Dogg...muthafucka was out there in them streets
Nigga did whatever it took to get in nigga
From the jackin', to the rappin', to the slangin'

there, for all my family
Lost without no recovery
D.A.'s motion's a discovery
Like a narcotic for Rottweiler, sniffing me out
Escaped from the trap but

Let's party and blow it 
Spend it Spend it Spend it 
I got money to burn 
When you dead you can't spend it 

Written by: Marlon Franklyn Davis