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heart's fickle
Bars cripple the simple we aren't civil
Barbarian, start burying irrelevant emcees so please
Take heed my melanin's set deep, like the Red

Keep It Real

Balance

Death Row's Greatest Hits

2001

wanna own a casket this soon
Get at the bitches, nigga, bump to the boom
The ladies love me cause I love myself
I'm like an age, by no wine in time

the green
There ain't no way can't rub on this D

Just got the link for the brand new gauge
I done spoke on half their names
Now this bad B don't like my face

finish what you started
I'm so high up here on my own
You gave me vertigo

Ik ben een regenboog
Ik ben een regenboog
Ik ben een regenboog

I'm so high
I

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

Creating my own wave this ain't drill or rage
I need a re map i need to be on stage
Im going up bout time I got a raise
Air Force 1s or dunks or some js
Im

bout a thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up 
Close ya

heart resides
Not with me, not with time - lets the minutes tick by
He'll drive but she valets the day into the night
Red light green light kinda ride

Back Against the Wall

Crucial Conflict

Good Side, Bad Side

1998

to know, nigga most peronal
My reason for treason is bread, so even when I said I love my gauge
Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage
I'm

(Sku-du-du-du-du-du)

All o' my dogs are grown, none of them rep two digits
Let a man try at this show, I'll be, I'm there in two minutes
Lick a man down on my own

and red, green and grey and yellow
I`ll paint my day routine to the colours of my youth
As if I were a kid, let it linger

Now I’m dancing on my own as If

You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album

One By One

Tha Dogg Pound

Dogg Food

1995

niggas with perms and Jheri curls
Runnin' around town with the flyest girls
Ain't no place like home, nigga, that I can call my own
Smokin' dub sacks

your past, brother



[Afrika]

My forefather was a king

He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings

Nobody believes this to be true

Maybe it's because

Dough Pildin

Raekwon

Albert Einstein

2013

wrap circles around niggas. On my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk
Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By

with pride
So just as long you tried
know you aint by yourself  


My name is Lucéo and I am 4 and a half 

(Yeah)

I like Swimming and Racing cars

I Go to Work

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

2000

I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side
Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide
Do a drive by in a second
Leave ya all

Helluva made this beat, baby whew

On an opp hunt
Ridin' 'round with them hell raisers
Twenty shotguns
I'm slidin' 'round with twelve gauges
Za'

in (like we floatin in)
Lime by the light
I be rollin' deep with my team baby
Ohhhh
Walkin with the stars like I own this ship (like I own this ship)

on this page, easy to see my age
cnd this cage one of wire of my own gauge
That easily bends but never breaks as I lace
Every word of freedom with these

Slugs

Spice 1

Original Gangstas

1996

fall die
Them niggaz they catch 'em slugs, fuckin around with the S-P-I
Hit the corner on a 3 wheel with a 4-5 by my side
Its a shame up in 90, niggaz

Roll Wit Us

Tha Dogg Pound

2002

2001

millimeters
Three-eighties and gauges and glocks
(?) made you not wanna sit back
And I watch the clock (hah!) watchin anybody and any
For every fuckin dime,

Ay, Ay
Ay, Ay
I got my drugs
The sun is up
The sun is up
I got my cup
Suns out
My lean cup, it by me yeah
When I think about the past
Want to forget

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run