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on my heart
That's the price of being loyal
And you ain't gotta be dead
For them to throw dirt on ya
Hate emotions
Cause it do more harm than good
Grab

First off let me start off by saying free my boy out that pen (He gon' make it)
If I lose one of my nigga I won't see they face again (I'ma be hurt)

death step near
Maybe we dead by next year, I go all in, I show no fear
Like gun smoke, you disappear Real stories, no theater like Shakespeare
Rapper

dead
No one else
Eats the goods
Or provides more rep-ore 
Timmy Turner 
Overlord
One too many wishes
Go
Cartoon Network, Nickelode
Childhood, cast your

to rest. 
Maybe talking'll get it off of my chest. Poured you 
into my hand to spread you out on your final resting place. 
Turned around to a camera dead in

gotta dead it through a text
Break a sweat leave her stressed then I'm on to the next
I'm in a session imma call you when it's over
The heartbreak kid

The International Zone Coaster

Leaders of the New School

A Future Without a Past...

1991

pissed now the party's live
Tickets in effect, everything's sweet
As I zoned in my bus, all I had to say is "That beat"
That beat, just keep the same

worry do I live my life right
Cherry coke, what I'm sippin'
The mic is in my hand, so you can wait until I'm finished
I'm passing out advice that leave

in
And they made him a felon, I'm tellin' you, niggas be bitches, man, niggas be hoes
Only left-hand shakes, nigga, you not my bro
Could make

lips
I don't say no names, I don't play those games
It's safe to say me and you are not the same

Im good off in the hood with the inner city Gun toaters

One evening as I prepared myself for bed
Unaware of the vision that would soon enter my head
I talked to my Lord until I drifted off to sleep

to the cash like I'm Frank Gore
Same time running from my past having mind wars
I don't wanna show her I have the time for her
You ain't getting paid for by

we check like I collect alimony
'Cause my sex game is probably the best thing
Rock the matches right off your bed frame
To all you chicks I play it

alone on a curb
Of a city that glittered with a girl
Of whom he dreamed he'd keep safe from this world

Elenore
Elenore
Elenore
The lonely gonna leave you

soaring (Damn)
Let keep ts on the low
I got a good girl at home never wife a hoe
Line em up all in a row
Got me choosing like it's Eeenie meenie mine mo

said, “Think cocaine's a rush, son,
Wait till you try power!

“Coz if you're loyal, then my boy I'll
Show you where to find more oil than soil.”
But who's

said, “Think cocaine's a rush, son,
Wait till you try power!

“Coz if you're loyal, then my boy I'll
Show you where to find more oil than soil.”
But who's

and I know sometimes I'm doing wrong, but I got my girl to keep me strong/
still tryna treat me like I'm different/
an that's the reason why/
I'm no good

all we've done

My thoughts off track
With a 40 sack of Train Wreck 
Walking a razor blade's edge
With the brain dead
Faded like a blend cassette
In

No destination we don't need the map
Girl don't be rude
I'm here for you
Don't keep me waiting girl put on your shoes
But before the sky lights up

Because my styles and clothes took you off course
So get your hands up, this is how we eat
So get your hands up, move your body to the beat

Chorus
I got

then fuck em all
I be doing my dance with fam when they hand it off
What's a man to anamorph and that's the question 
So Middle finger to the reverend

Hey ima start off by saying I'm fucked up again
I drink my problems away when it's time to discuss I can't
I be that nigga that's lending out helping

I ain't really trippin I ain't sorry
Ima treat you how you act and that's a target
Flutters in my stomach when I off it
Shut him up and put him in