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the flow that I bring
Ramona Park, Winds of Artesia, steady blowing these leaves
Had to fight for every inch, nobody hand me a thing
The daily struggle

being ignored and pushed
Around by the label

They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way

to Shotty too man rest
In peace all my boys man
Free the whole State Road man, when you get
Out here man, all my boys that's booked
Man when you get out here

dreamed in.
Give it all the game, fuck the fame and the fortune.
I was at the park, busting niggas, talking more shit.
Every time I hoop, I imagine, starks

Shit rock hard
Linkin Park and Jigga

Fuck it I'm hot
I walk in this bitch with my hand on my cock
This here that big pimping
You niggas are thots
Admit

[Bliss:]
I guess that I'm just a jar drifting by the tide
And I hope that a star will lift me to reside
In the hands of a single soul that can relate

Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all
New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
And I ain't rockin no more designer shit
White T's and Nike Cortez,

Windpipe

Wu-Tang Clan

Belly

1998

featuring Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard 
[RZA] 
Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo 
Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis

and get hated by friends
And i'm tired of making amends
If you out of my life
Then you banned
Didn't matter at all in the end
Linkin Park flow
Chester

Duck Seazon

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal

the end
It shouldn't even matter
Like that song by Linkin Park
Or a lighter without a spark
Or a tire without a car
But what the fuck ever
You knew the deal

as the stars were formed, I’ll leave a rapper’s carcas torn across a hardwood floor, while I’m blaring Linkin Park and Korn. From where the dark is norm, he’s

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

Windpipe

RZA

Belly

1998

featuring Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard 
[RZA] 
Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo 
Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis

my baby ok/ ha verby ry nie, stop!/ kla by my sy kry nie tot/ ha bydie hysie, fok!

Chorus 1
Lets all go in/ its not too expensive/ we can bargain with

leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

the keys to the game, and I guarantee we're gonna reign
Living out our independent hustle, through all the struggles and all the pain
Standing by my

version of his old whip.

During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar

else’s list
I can’t believe my eyes and my ears are just as pissed
Aint for those accolades, this is all for my sanity
Aint gotta leave this chair for you

For you to come back
Everything that Denzel spit's, nigga
Is all facts
I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun

cheat, gotta steal 
Gotta kill just to get by 
I smoke emcees to get high while perceivin the lies 
Sayin my drive is all wrong, but at least I can ride

'em all
She eatin' healthy, bananas, yogurt and nuts
So I pull my penis out and give her fruit by the foot
God damn, if I wasn't so ravenous
I might

all day, it's hot as fuck, fuck

The thrift store got clustered
How many outfits did you try on?
Got the T that you wanted
Yeah, The Linkin Park hat too