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Keep yo hands up out my pockets 
Cause I'm shooting now 
Got to keep niggas in check 
Watch how I do it now 
We don't live by rules 
We shoot in

Therapy

Cormega

The True Meaning

2002

sweatin' my procedure
Crimes I design remove stress
Like Buddha bless in the projects I choose to rep
My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be
If

I beat all the odds even though I'm still doin' wrong
(A17)

Marble floors and chandeliers, that's the only way we live
Sellin' dope inside

patiently waiting till I get busy y'all
The wait was worth it wasn't it
You hear this beat it's perfect
11 Months of working
Till I step from the serpent

of Tennessee
Yea I'll let you free
When I drop you off that balcony, bitch

Project Pat ah whats that you poppin'?
It look like from here an 80 mili Oxycotton

no OG
And we gone make it out of the projects
Ma I promise
We gone switch it up from tryna get to I got it
I'm tryna line my pockets
Remember I was

ties

Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh
I'm so grateful, all I need is love
To the Lord above

G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects
Eight balls,

On my mind
Is taking over me
I came from da projects
We was poor
I came from pork and beans
Peanut butter jelly
Was our lunch
That’s all we had
To eat

you clean his hands from top to bottom
Grab the fabrics, then wash 'em
Then you go pick the cotton
Listen, y'all, I'm tired, man, I swear
(I've been

gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public

From Compton to Baltimore I'mma kill it
I buy a morgue in a minute
The public house

Remember

Nature

For All Seasons [Clean]

2000

When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it
Yeah, yeah
My mind been everywhere but I been eating
Stand up nigga from the start you pussies can be seated

friends with, even lived with me
Was sick and we chilled regularly, both rappers intending to live the dream
Once he drove up from London on my birthday

have had enough

From Minneapolis
To me in the capitol this imperial city
We are burning shit down
Done with old head stiffs handing out petitions

Down for the Count

Xzibit

Reflection Eternal

2000

school shit from junior high
One, two, three, four
Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real

shit from junior high (heyyy!)
[all] one, two, three, four
[rah] jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug

candy canes
Every minute every hour
No pain no gain
Black Power
Every hour
Black lives matter
Screaming from the tower
Want everyone to hear me
That’s why

Throw Your Guns

AZ

The Album

1997

brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin god from the projects
It ain't hard, from medicate cars

is what unites our thoughts and voices at a distance.
From the mountain peaks of Caucasus to Brooklyn  projects.
I pass the mic to Von Black from Marcy

want no shine, I just rhyme to help me cope with this
Wish could go back in time, visit Nanna house in them projects
I used to live so live, rocking side

come from a note but I
Rap like I live in the projects
I'm looking for more
What I'm after is bigger deposit's
My weed and my women exotic
She said QM is

supposed catch my Gaze from halfway across the room
Love was supposed to be beautiful
Love according to my perception was also Supposed to humiliate me
Love

Stay a Little Longer

Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

San Antonio Rose [Dynamic]

2008

Oh, gather 'round friends
Why hurry? Let's all stay a little longer

You ought to see my blue eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley

lemonade
Over and out, air force flying over my house
Helicopters flying over the crib
We get it, you know where I live
No fucks, you know what I give