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me, I would be sitting on a pile of bones all by myself 40 pounds heavier. That's all I know.  I just be sitting there going, I have no idea what

true or did you really just say it to say it
Guess I gotta wake em up Im thinking they fully sedated

We dont talk the same like we speaking a different

that road
Call up my shooters, they ready on Go!
Sold out my event
You was sad cuz you can't get in
Put my all in, so I'll win
Praise god, so I gotta

don't want me to win
So they won't let us in
Cuz they know we gon' win
That's if they let us in

(VERSE 1)
I ain't catch feelings, but I got a heart
I

special 
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble 
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel 
The way

blood and songs are swords
Everybody should be able to afford
Home, food, and a job to work
We the people gettin' robbed
By these corporate jerks
I wonder

Uh[00:22.57]I done lost it all so by myself is how I'm headed out[00:25.42]You gon' lose it all from that rage so don't you let it out[00:28.44]I

God[02:48.54]Please protect that boy[02:49.48]Down there with seraph eyes[02:51.05]I'm terrified; terrorized by the lengths[02:53.44]Of my imaginative mind[02:54.85]Is

across the Atlantic
Cause my kids gotta eat
My Dawgs gotta feed
And the team gotta win
I'm the King in my city
Haters bow to they knees
I'm up in the PJ

Pound for Pound
Every second counts
Round by round
Gotta win this bout
Pound for Pound
Every second counts
Round by round
Gotta win this bout
My

the 5-0 askin questions imma act slow
Get myself outta poverty what I rap for
Ion have to try too hard this shit come natural
Imma really live it up like

fr?)
Nah I got hella bills
They gon try to tax me I'm like n***a chill
I know you gotta eat but I gotta eat too
I gotta buy the meds just in case I get

You a simp, i'm a pimp
Nigga big dog, big shrimp
Walk around the city with a limp
Nine times out of ten
Already know a nigga gone win
The other time

Rocking versace, my wrist be like 50
I'm looking fly, u look like a hippie
Bust down my wrist, that shit be dripping
I do the mopping,catching you slipping

Turn on my microphone you get Me

Hey ee

I drop the shirt and I wear knicker
I smoking Gas like a Cylinder
I grip the 50 like Vivica
Ride deadly

Maybe Next Time

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

nice
The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, Pete
You can't make money saying rhymes on the street
So yo get back, Jack, a smack is

to the ground 
Now they see I gotta get it, and I'm never backing down 

Sayonara to you suckas thinking that I give a fuck
Hated by my city now the bitches wanna

again
(Wait, what)
This isn't written, I don't need a pen
Put my dick in her kitten
And do it again
You countin' 10s, like Ben
I'm countin' 50s, like Cent

bout it, you know I'm really chasin' the chip
It's 96, so you know I really gotta win
I can't let him in, nigga, I can't let him in

Man, I gotta win

(Oh boy this shit bangin')
Yeah
You'd be surprised by yo own potential
It's mental
They only talk to me when beneficial
I do niggahs dirty when clean

way they can win war with us 'less they team up with 12, blrrrd

Thirty, forty, fifty shit (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (Big

What Kind of Power We Got?

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

Yo another day
Another forty nine cents

Mr., Mr., why you always tryin' to take all our money

Because I am the government
And you have to pay

me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings

but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city, gotta get it how I live

Me