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Why the Psych. Can't Do It

Ganksta N-I-P

Interview With a Killa

1998

the script, ball and chain and the whip
The fleas, flies, different bugs devoured the body by strips
Pit bulls come, claimin' all the pieces that's left

They corrupted by the lies, and it's riddled in truth
The curriculum outdated you illiterate spoofs
We need the education system more lit and improved

the thunder
I'm poking fun my lyrics are a spur
Ain't a baller but I play any day for sure
Out in the streets giving people respect
And the Brooklyn boys

& Philly Deal with your problems Tekashi
Just because you got a wristwatch 1 other person has doesn't make you unique
I had my Jordan cement Chicago Bulls

hate you
Nigga So keep em guessing
Keep the playing field even
If you keep the message
Streets dead end
If you still into that bull shit
Nigga, We ain't

I just came from the trap, I was thumbing through bows
We was out back and they front me the blow
Young bull, 09 Derrick Rose
MVP no Thibodeau
Said

by miles and inclinations, now we're heading down to New Orleans to dig Old Bull Lee and ain't that going to be kicks-
and listen will you to this old

me quick sly funny guy street smarts meaner den a pit bull ready to buck ya if need be da crew was always 30 plus deep and night time was the best time

Commercials, stadiums, banging cars cruising by playing them
In the background of the traps where they weighing
We slang dope lines too, we just be saying

and please
Freshly squeezed
While enjoying the breeze
Patios, rooftops, or a balconies
So I can looking down on the streets
If you know you know it's so

hold my gun
Because me no know who a sniff coke and who a drink rum

Coke head life a done
Well this yah war naaw go done
Make the walk mad bull
We got

We put dat boi on tv
Revolution televised
We got plenty alibis
Street oath like a oblige
You ain’t real it’s a facade
Turn him To ghost ain’t talking

don't even like the streets
Devin tell me never starve, cause a nigga gotta eat

Ayy, rockin' to the beat, she was naked in my sheets
Her makeup and nails

First Things First

Shades of Culture

Mindstate

1998

of spittin' bull 

It's ill flow for the elements 

608 soldiers bring it on, report to the redgiment 

Da shit is evident, we never hesitant 

We drill

Billboard

Royale

Billboard

2018

I'm the high light
For the record competition give them cyanide
Only driven by my vision, y'all so blind
I got goals reach
Off the speech
Get that house

Let me break it down for a young bull in the streets
Who ain't have nothing but a b-ball and some dreams
Let me tell you young buck it ain't easy

IM POPPING PILLS AND THEY PRESCRIPTION IMA BULL
BLUE ANACONDA I GOT SLIME IN MY VEIN
A LOT OF MY ANGELS TREAT ME LIKE GONE IT’S INSANE
YOU GONE CRY

Do You Like Scarry Movies

Ganksta N-I-P

Psycho Thug: South Park

1999

movies at my motherfuckin' show
And start bustin' like a psychopath, reloadin' clips

Newspaper read 22 slaughtered by NIP
The psycho in side of me

fight
Black boy, black belt
Back, uh, street switch red ale, red brews
Red nose, pit bulls red flag, blue flag
Red lights, blue lights
Green light, yellow

Special shout-out to the whole, whole, whole
West side 6, 7, 8, 9 It go
We used to run streets now they just ours
My luck has been good we made it

dont see that 
Where I be at pigs in my pocket like where the weed at
Nah I dont need that going through the system over a 
Bull shit case knowing Ima

[Knightowl (Talkin)]

I would like to dedicate this jam
To all those punk bitches
Talkin all that smack behind my back
All them fools that roam

A quiet night on an endless street

The smell makes me fall to my knees

Desire strikes, I've been dealt by the hand

A tooth for an eye, it's

I used listen to Nirvana, smoking marijuana
When I was just a....

Big up to my man Uncle Ron for the beat
You know, Koaster, it's the T dot two step