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off as children
Grew up with Big L and the dude who supposedly killed him
A week before that though, Big L had tried to kill him
That's what I heard,

Wha' What Wha' What

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

cause it's lightly tint 
But its strongly minute got a fall so cats frequent

Hate weed peepin, best cats seekin
want to kill me in the daytime, look

Hi, how you doing? It's Mr. Paid Little Bastard himelf
He a Paid Little Bastard he go by Gambino
Aye that shit crazy she wouldn't fuck me
Now she

Gangsta Livin'

Trick Daddy

Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets

2004

hit
He named me and his bitch on the remix [sing]

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

And to hell with bein' a man about it
Shit they got fo' niggaz and one

Shawty what you drank?

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all

oops, we caught you by suprise

[Mad Skillz]
While you niggas get upset, I'm a get to the point
It's me, the nigga that slayed "E" on the vowel joint

ready
I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

Miss me with that bullshit

some music that
Could put me on the map
I got Squid with me, and we back on the remix
Got a bitch with me
And she told me she gon' need it
I'm out in LA

try'na make some music that could put me on the map
I got Squid with me, and we back on the remix
Got a bitch with me, and she told me she gon' need it
I'm

kill myself
The devil in enjoying
Me on my way to hell
Sometimes I feel dead inside
Maybe I should make it true
Maybe I won't see it through
And maybe

stealing
Thou shall not kill em
Gotta forgive me, cause i cant stop killin

And I got a thing for whores
That dont got a thang for boys
I got a habit for

Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho

Sorry my lord, where is your board?
I am tired please give me death cord
My life is made by copy paste code
Unbelievable, it's my road
I'm really in

the cheese I'm a mouse
If it don't benefit me by any means please keep me out
Lame bitches gon doubt
Fuck niggas gon to pout
I ain't going down that road GPS

to pop what they forgot I need a spot at the top
I'm like who I gotta drop for a piece of the block
I'm shocked like its too easy believe me
The game needs

the streets and I ran it (Landed)
Hopped in this industry like its a stick up
Taking the money no hiccups (Stick up)
These niggas been riding me like my dick up

tho, nah, yeah
Niggas talking bout beef but ain't did nun (What)
Take the key out the whip and it still run (Huh?)
Brodie fried he said he wanna kill

Jamaican in me
You know I never graduated but it's first degree (yeah)
The Percocets they gettin' weak, I'm finna sip me some lean (nah, nah)
Hey, I ease

N.Y. Electric

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

the foundations of the last remix of ? service 
Me oh I checked into the murals to see sub numinous f***er and um respect 
Find out what it means to me New York

like to owe
Gas by the bowl get it in for the low
Hop out make a sale grab the cash get ghost
Dodging these bitches that be doing the most
Try me

Picasso
It's weird when she's not home beside me
Heading from the BX to come & find me
Her DNA like TSA, the only one as fly as me
I write her 3 minutes

leave me snoring 
Then it's boring 
It ain’t worth it
 
Bitch I’m tryna get it 
I never sleep I’m like Bourbon Street
If I like the beat 
Ima kill

life and not ya deposit. Go back and read the fourth verse of this song. Come on and stop it. Smacked it, Issa grand slam, everybody lookin at me sayin

Right from the jump, y'all know this ain't normal
Won't suit me, I keep it informal
Hate me, better keep it internal

Don't go there, let's keep it