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To linguish and we all know how to act
It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide
When we rob, when we ride, nigga side
We oblide by the rules, ride
momentum going, let everything play out right (Play out right)
Don't force nothing 'bout it
Don't let your thoughts get too crowded
Stay low key, yeah with
to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'mma spit the talk to it
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips
to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'mma spit the talk to it
therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie's terribly cast
I'm finna kill it
Compare this track to a strap and a mask
appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!
It's
Lost a relation, but I vented out the blue
Put it into music, conversation with the crew
Rapid fire tracks, how many verses did I rap?
Wrote a whole
fall on the track
Let nature take it's course
I'm a product of the old Death Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be standin' clear
I come
should be by now
I tell "I get it in my own time"
In my own time
(God's time)
Oh my
I'm better than I thought I'd be back
When the bar that I'd set for
yout
Think they can take out
Fris let a bigger man chat to me then
It's not just hype man I'm actually peng
Pass the pad and I will slap with pen
This
the track that comforts my vulnerability
Sold out, packed house in the shower
A perform just for me
With your gorgeous album cover blown up into a poster
around my brain it doesn't change
Til I let out ideas from the cage
Then I repeat them all so what's the point
What does it mean when nothing stops
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
think if you get
A chance, you oughta check it out, too
The works I like the best is the performance
Of the Arcana by the
Chicago Symphony Orchestra
the new Monroe
C'mon cut the lack I want get you out the shack
I wanna get you back on my motherfucking track
Let's get our racks up make em' stats that's
[Bun B]
Let's get it started like transmission and alternators
Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest
Takin 'em down from
it out, please put it out
Y'all little like Ford Fiats
Every track we drop are Basquiats
You biotch
You little like Ford Fiats
The tracks we drop are
on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
eat alone
Make another track and my album was a week ago
Didn't have a path, but today I can see the road
Think about the old me it doesn't ring a bell
out now if you really want more
Let me take it back a few years describing the scene
In Cleveland, Ohio we're at Notacon 3
A hotel party that was
another proper crack
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
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