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Walk Into the Sun

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

you might see what I see
Yo, what I said simplistic
But what I see's not materialistic

[Prince Poetry]
My hayfever is actin up, so I took a couple

Picture Me Rollin'

CPO

All Eyez on Me

1996

of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now

Picture Me Rollin' [Enhanced Stereo; Multimedia Track]

CPO

All Eyez on Me [DualDisc]

1996

there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin
Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!

streets

I left a key by the front door
If you ever feel like coming home
The light is on, your bed is warm
I'm getting tired of living here alone

I

a fisheye, we throwed
If I fucked up my dough I knew I would get mine in the morn'
And she want me to come back to bed
Come back to bed, come back to bed
Aye,

'm laying on the couch tonight, to give her space, but I won't be far
But I know without a single doubt, when I awake, she's in my arms
Now, I don't take it

sold, I can
Sell it if it can’t, that’s cool
I’ll fix it up make it look
Good enough to catch some fools
It started when I was young
With my Genesis games

your civil
Oh god your civil
But if your Irwin, all you wanna do is win (oh my oh my)
Oh my, Oh my...

Im not gon follow, I'll sip Moscato
By the bottle

a whole lot of weight
They talk bout the trap but aint talking no numbers
I sold the pounds for the Giannis all summer
Swag for the Kobe I hit like Ginóbili

Brand new whip, brand new keys, hotel room ain’t paid by me
Everybody know Yayo made my beat, ain’t no body gon' take my seat
I want a big ass crib,

that word on god but I just don't know where my bible went
I've been the 7th letter of the alphabet
007 how I move through my environment
We sold that

And I dedicated it to someone I thought was down
To be by my side for the rest of my life
But that didn't turn out
But I still do love her and hope she

to my safe haven
Fate took me gripped by the talons like a raven
Clean shaven playing the part
I'm honest and open that's what sets me apart
Marked with

I live in the city 
Take my life pay the cost of the living
Cause everything rigid 
Don't know how to get it
How's a youngin' gon run up the digits

till my lungs look like dirt

My mama told me stop that gang shit cause she feared the worst
But I told her not to worry the pills killed me first
Man

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

to the rhyme
This time's line
Take heed, the creator of an alien breed
No more will my peoples bleed
Follow lesson one
Follow lesson two
Follow lesson

Issa lick
Issa lick
Standing by the pay phone issa lick
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch
Traphouse gon stay lit

Issa lick
Issa lick 
Standing by the pay phone issa lick
Issa lick issa lick 
I was running thru the city 
Wit my main bitch
Traphouse gon stay lit

in the city lit again
Had to cough up all my problems, think I lost a couple bags
Talkin' like they solid but they castles in the sand
Hop off in

We takin' some pictures, it's like we the press
So when she not with me, she really depressed
Had to get my versaces' in the bed
What I get, I get that

'm the chosen nigga from my city
Got a plan
If you rolling with me
Keep it rolling til the end
Never sold my soul
Cuz I'm a soldier til the end
Keep on going til

a girl bro, you're tripping, you're kidding me
I would not lie to you but I usually hide my feelings because other people got it worse than me
They got it

the store (Lil Slip)
With these hoes up in my bed, I bet I'll fuck sum mo' (let's go, let's go)
Bitch, we posted in yo city, we ain't ever home (rockstar

remember shootings, that never moved out my thoughts
Blowin' by the basketball court, they went to war it happened
All I imagine sometime, under sunshine