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Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life

(fuck a nine to five homie)
(Mindflip)
(Destined for greatness)
(looking for the top, but we were already there)

I’m still sharp on the beat
Been

can't kill her
Suffer hard we gon' get it either way
Whip that bitch! You get it? Beats by Dre
Fuck tryna please niggas let em fall away
But I'm "all

Yeah, boot me up, being the man
(Yeah, hey yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah (What?)
(Yeah, Uno, I killed it, let's go)

I get in

to an immature whore
Awww pardon me sir
I'm sorry for being too honest
This ain't ironic
That you think this verse about you
You can learn from me to
Just pretend

Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life

have to rob you
I keep my head up, pray to God that he come quick
So I can escape life on the street and keep y'all bumpin' my shit
(Chorus)

But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring

Go Hard

Juelz Santana

It's All Under the Bird

2009

Fuck the beat up so bad won't nobody get up on it, I
Flow sick, nigga how sick, sea sick
Got your hand out, don't look at me bitch
You lookin' at who

killin shit
securin' the bag I can't afford to be weak
I'm from murder capital central coast, dangerous streets
and I was raised by G's thats why they call

Lucky 1's

Shad

TSOL

2010

like gold mines in Mozambique
Where the folks can't eat, so I stroll to a slow jam beat
Slow dancing, life's no Grand Prix
No race, no pace car,

Don't give em time to breathe
You're gonna have to get through me
What you can't see, I can see
Everything I do is handsomely
Living so good it's

mistake
Nobody cares who you are you gotta embrace
I've always been real, don't know what you portray
This is getting out of hand but can you relate?

Cuz

Okay
You Know What Time It Is Yeah
Popito On The Beat
So Baby Dubi Dubi Dubi Dubi ahn
And Girl I Want Some Love Make We ahn
And Dubi Dubi Dubi Tell

up
Just a West Coast boy that rose from concrete
I’m putting for on my city its time we all eat
I’m headed to the top, can’t nobody stop me
Grateful

fake enough please
Taking the lead, making bangers, my team
In a god tier league word to HGB
How does he do it?
Well I've been improving
For rap I'm

is the truth so please do not fear it
I can not pay off the things that I did by myself
The old things I did I put them up on a shelf
I do not touch

Can't tell if these are songs or just cries for help
Mr Dolo such a loner why he always by his self
How the hell his whole life turn into one giant

like fallin
sparrows, you get defeated for feeding us we your darkest
shadows, yall can compete us or beat us we leaders of your pharroes.

[Young Droop]

we all kings, but there's one god
There's one Allah, there's one Jah, bless
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them pussy ass niggas, bring 'em out
Bring

Man of the Hour

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

operating rooms being fed by intravenus
seen as off the radar, my dark laser
will drop eight stars, and chop holes through quasars
a powerhouse, brute force

better to beat me to death, cuz I'ma still want it,
dying by the finest of blades, you should feel honored. No fear when I step in the ring, slow death,

with the broom
I'm on the O-P-P block, shots and a Q
I was broke, nobody tried buss me a Q
I put faith in my trap, no trust into you
Put faith in

Give a Damn

Tonedeff

Underscore

when I'm all in your grill
Son...I really won't kill you, but you'll swear to god that I will
So just gimme a beat and a time and a place
If you hid in