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penmanship back
Look at your percentage damn you niggas gettin' taxed
Sat with ghosts and gods they told me no more mediocrity
Gave em heart and hustle I

NYC Street Corner Battle

Ultra

Big Time

1996

you still gettin wettened
Smash your fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef cause I keep the tec handy
Shoot you from your head

they pull up, no discussion if I tell 'em that (brrt)

(Shit) I'm mad as hell that Delta delayed my flight
Generation 5 on my hip, you think I came

the treasure
I guess your boy is to pity
I'm feeling a little managed
Got a heart in my hand and I
So baby let me know if you
Wanna come and roll with me

Who am

when my hand's right, am I right, G
Forbidden fruit, Mother Nature letting loose, got me going with her flow
Getting juicy but it's no biggie
Been a good

Tin Angel

Bob Dylan

Tempest

2012

riding through the woods and took her by the hand"

The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future

I can't be canceled, there's no way that you can stop me
I'm fully independent, there's no label who can drop me
Y'all been starting rumors, let me

got em in my chain
I go by juice to you niggas double cup i'm leaving a stain

I double back and i'm loaded making music is like a drug
Wonder if i'm

a hundred times, I still won't lose the grind
I got Rollies by the flavors, I don't use it for no time (No)
Bae be lookin' 'cause I'm shinin', fuck one

code
I been there done that
No PO
Dirty hands clean money
I don't need soap
Not me bro
I'm chilling in
Beach clothes
Feeling my peak grow
Feeling my

50 Shots Set's It Off

The Hot Boys

Get It How U Live!

1997

and let'em go in the wind
Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind
One afta' another and another
How they come slippin' out the clips 
See 'em flip and hm

at the Paraiso's
I feel like I met all your Titas and your titos
cll your kuyas and ate derby 
You got a problem with Travis it definitely does concern me 
Febie

The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go

hook on the bitch like the name Kareem
With the top off cruising down the main street
Ain't no Travis im a mfing fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
I be

gave that bitch my heart, but she played it like a toy
But it's cool cuz I don't need it
And I ain't got no friends, I ain't never need them neither
I'm

on repeat
Nights we had to dig down
Having a heart to heart with Sam in front of Riggtown
Damn I miss that girl
Squad D, four-two-five, I miss that world
I'm

you back
Get it done on your own no one goin hold your hand
Working hard for the bands
Have you ever seen a hundred million dollar stand
Work hard grind

Let Me    (Randy Batiquin )

Let me take care of your broken heart
and show you how to fly.
Let me hold you gently by the hand
and kiss your tears

watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets

Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers

Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well

Home,

years MVP

Fake till you make it 
I want lil more 
No Travis Scott 
But I love it galore 

Hopped on aboard 
Yea I'm going abroad 
I like em in bras 
I

in space, where i'm humming (Cudi)
Travis barker, like i'm drumming
Stay by the sage, i'm aligning
It's on the stage i'm becoming
Who I was born to be,

the A I told this baby I feel Ludacris
Bring some champagne to the table we the goof fellas
Gettin money fuckin whores baby look at us
I done prolly hit yo

just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you

The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my