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peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St. that's
In New York,
Concrete jungle where

keeps rising
It keeps moving in a direction guided by its instinct
And eventually
The Lotus reaches the light
Becoming the most beautiful flower of all
So

with class
Dali paintings inside the foyer
To keep it all kosher
I'm strictly Jewish on the lawyer
When it comes to my freedom
I can't trust it

Play that shit like it was table tennis
Bars so hard it burn like a chemical
Bank account split by a comma not a decimal
That's the principle
Tryna get

Conquer
Slaying out then move up
Slaughter
Keep it clean and stock up
Monsters
One by one then trade in for dollars
Gotta get the bag
Three
Time to go Rest

you get a jet
Quit that motherfucker
Tell yo boss you aint comin back
Tell my ex she fuckin wack
Trade her for a fuckin stack
Hope her marriage fail

with peers
A jack of all trades still isn't a king
Playin' the season don't give you a ring
Writin' a rhyme don't give you a thing
Even fuckin' just make

gotta thank Allah I still got my health
I was going thru so much hell
Tryna chase a check
So I'd trade it all for peace
100 years no less
I rewind to pass

your heart

your love is a gamble i’ma play up all my cards


i get this feelin in my tummy when u next to me

i could never fall but you got the secret

my prime
Like Henry Cejudo
Trapped in a blade for eternity
I'm a wordsmith
By trade for currency
A martyr of hope
Out of courtesy
A skin tone

of Liberty, long live the World trade, 
 Long live the king yo, 
  
 I’m from the empire state thats… 
  
 In New York, 
 Concrete jungle where dreams are made

could fix a lot of pain if you help me out this time (Joyner)
Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind
Reset the clock and make it so some niggas

Three sitting on blocks
You can buy, sell, or trade
Or just come by and steal
'Cause he sold off the locks
When some folks call the fuzz
Ol' Chris keeps

confirmation and no conversation when I'm comin' home
You always makin' a statement cause I'd rather leave and spend time all alone
Won't be the king

i go blame
Mr murder all beat bruh unu ya claim
No shame for da game Respect for da fame
Alla my stress imma fly them inna plane
Trade man pain for da

through
I leave 'em all uncomfortable
My lifestyle is wonderful, wouldn't trade it with none of you
This negro got De Niro, I'm untouchable
I came up off

black king
had to believe in myself and the fam that's the team
My dudes say you got one life well it's going be
You'd rather be broke and be on your ass

P's I'm pushing CD's

cpply a lil pressure I do it for screams

We ain't all kings

What I've been telling you is working for the man and being one

atacar 
Le dije yo a exxo que me mande una pista pa matar
Aquí ya ando para asesinar
Dale

And its all on me in the end man its all on me yeah
And its all

Prison

All

Allroy Saves

1990

small winds. they took it all away and won't give it back. "now you have to stay." I-told-you-sos-attack. was it fate or dumb mistakes that made things

"Hi!", come by

Took a leap of faith off of the beaver
Chick done went to Weber State
Had her singing like the Lion King
A-weema-weh piece of cake
Current

ballin' out
And after that? smoke sesh
We never on a drought we got them swishers
King size Zig Zags and all utensils
OG kush big bags, edibles in

The End Game

Body Count

Murder 4 Hire

2006

and shit.
Mother fuckers best prey that they don't blow us all away.
The power hungry fools on the hill.
Before they lose they'll push the fucking button,

In the name of the king
In the name of God
And my servants broken wing
All in all for me
In the name of me

In the name of the father
Of the son