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Against All Odds

2Pac

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [DualDisc]

1996

shit I ever wrote (against all odds)
Up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

21 gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black

Against All Odds

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

shit I ever wrote (against all odds)
Up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

21 gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black

talkin' shit but I'm not worried 'bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I'm the nigga they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers

Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'

Juggalo Party

Twiztid

Cryptic Collection, Vol. 2

2002

just a picture of health
Trick-or-treat, bag snatchin' ain't shit for the bitch
Run these Pay Day's, Almond Joys, and barbecue potato chips
No more

Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, now I'm back poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the lean

She got her

Hello
Yo, what it is, my dawg?
Shit, due to unfortunate circumstances, I gotta watch this shit from the bleachers
But I'm rest assured, you gon'

on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight

I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your

don’t hit my jack don’t do that texting
Speeding by the BK inna left lane
Way too many blessings to be stressing
Got my bitch on lock this shit

I know some off brand weenies Oscar Myer
Got lil homies talking shit but they can't put out the fire
They said they want the smoke but they lying

(MC make another hit)
Hit the road Jack, and don't ya come back (Project X)
No more, no more, no more, no more (hah, ayy, turn me up)
Hit the road

Lekker man, yes ben je er klaar voor? Ben je
Er klaar voor? ben je–
Zijn jullie er klaar voor? Jack $hirak, ah
Say hello to my little friend

M'n

Duhm duhm duhm ooouuummm
Turning the mic into fuego
Duhm duhm duhm
I'm heating up in San Diego
Ya
Taking this shit off the rails
Cooking up under the sun

style
Then I start to act real wild
Did my shit I don’t have no doubts
In my early life I took the right route
Hop in the coupe they gon’ jack my style

shit nigga
Red dot make him move like mick jagger
Big ass blade on my back dis aint no dagger
We flip yo bitch I feel like i'm jack swagger
If the bag

friend's so tapped
He'll rise his hand, way more than a scrap fam
Low-key I got a temper hold the pepper, heat up like Jack Jack
Do what I can I know my

the shit all over again
Ain't no ring around the rosie nigga
Spin the block and kill they ass
All about my bills yea them bucks
Don't get jacked again
Neva

I got a gang full of dry cleaners cause every day we press niggas
Say the wrong shit, gon' make me flash out, I ain't snappin' pictures
But I'm

the greatest
You can't tell us shit
Always on the grind
In the Jack is where I live
Roll up let's get lifted
They label us misfits
School of the Gifted
Deliver

gave me head

I can’t fuck a bitch if she ain’t getting bread

Know my drip they gon’ jack, Alexander my jacket

Them folks had to test me, shit cost me

The sequence of a bad rip embided by shit
Soakin up the SiIva dick

CG phil's from 'cisco, Jack's from the PI
Horatio the Horat so bigga
Tito Dick, Dickman baby

(BankrollMaxx… to be exact)
We got a gang full of dry cleaners 'cause every day we press niggas
Say the wrong shit gon' make me flash out, I ain't

those kisses, they didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back

Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw

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