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vice city
Call the plug, cop it cheap
Put him out, sniff that stuff
Man down, you're not high enough
Not high enough, not high enough
Not high enough

to this street if you bout it
Been scrapping since toddler
Grew up fighting my patnas
Summer time rumbles by Lawrence
So who want that action
My life been

kiddies are lame
Call me the WOPR, now shall we play a game
No one can stop it, not even Matthew Broderick
This war game will end up atomic
It's evident

by
See you staring at me in the club
With your hawk eye
Speaking money
Nigga you a scrub
You just talk lies
I'ma really have to give it up
If you talk

kiddies are lame
Call me the WOPR, now shall we play a game
No one can stop it, not even Matthew Broderick
This war game will end up atomic
It's evident

I had to double up my hustle and my grind, yeah
I put in muscle it was tough up on my mind, yeah
Man I turned nothing into something from a sign,

Primal bellow
Sudden
Savage
Pierces the veil of night
Flashes
Figures
Overwhelming
Cornered
Tired
We were not ready
To fight

Breaking bones

She smiles at me quizzically and motions for us to race
And I nod, I'm ready, and the engine roars. I'm the best face!

I feel like that was not enough

In the place we’re calling our home
You’re sitting on it as it was your throne.
Still fighting me with brutality
I’m not your enemy

This is our

isn't enough
Slow it down or have it turnt up
Nudo/Hybrid is in your cup
Sometimes it's, cold or hot
Coffee with espresso, double shots
Putting in

To hear your tires
Screeching in the rain
So don't look back at me, girl, yet
Cause I'll look away
And I might love you again
But not today

Oh give it time

Pop goes the weasel it's me
Tired of people tryna tell me who they think I should be
I'm the greatest I declare it you ain't got to agree
I'm

choo through without much ado
Where's my train

I know it's in your jurisdiction
It's really not an imposition
Your timetable should win the Booker Prize

between twinkling monolithic beasts
They were breathing, alive in light and color
I was mesmerized by the glimmering spectacle until it all came into focus

light work
Don't care if fams hurt
He putting sons on a shirt
Drive bys beatings new homies getting jumped
Its different kinda feeling he always get

Girl, close your eyes
Let that rhythm get into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothin' that you can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with

forbearance
Screeching like a red hot kettle
Filled with blackened tar-like substance
Crusting on the coils
Pouring you a cup of bile
So you choke it down

not enough 

Not 
Not enough 
I told you baby it is not enough 

Not 
Not enough 
I told you baby it is not enough 

You have my comma des garçons

She Said OK

Big Boi

She Said OK

But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up

true...yes, it's true.....la la la la....la la la la la la...

You don't have a clue what I'm talking about
You're doing your best to weasel me out
But I'm

Coming To America
Slightly out of touch
I wasn't black enough for the
Back of the cheese bus
Swiftly dumbed it down, started acting up
(you see where that

I remember in my darkest times I was put down
By my parents, life events, I had to frown
I had to find a refuge, my pros provided it
We created

Integration 

Got you singing 

I’m a survivor 

Scuba diver 

Scorpin in a box of Godiva 

Had you trust liars 



No Rico 

I’m not nino nada 

Real estate

weenin 
Like patrick in the weast
where these weasels try to feast
Like my rhymes like i like tea 

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These cats appeasin must be from