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And keep your enemies far
And keep your loved ones close
This a wicked ass world
You'll get chased by a ghost

It's like droppin a three
And tryin to bring

It's Funky Enough

The D.O.C.

No One Can Do It Better

1989

One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth

grew up listening to Guwop 
He would live past 3 shots 2 shots
They be Burning buildings down for a new lot 
Murder children on the street by the new

while you at your job
Then open up the door like
I ain't doing nothing wrong
I was greeted by a woman
With a tee shirt and thong
I ain't even know that

Running To The Candy Lady in 2930 
Mrs Punkin House, on The 3rd Flo 

Y’all Remember The penny Shoestrings Jo Remember Them Penny Shoestrings 

Who Remember

I'm not controlled by wrath, I'm being fueled by rage
Telling nothing but the truth, when I step on the stage
You see nothing but the real when you

opened the blinds
Let light in my life ain't nothing to do but shine the devil try to knock me off course time after time
Triple 3 tatted on me to ward off

More

Madonna

I'm Breathless

1990

Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing,
Which was fine with me.
Because I had rhythm, music, love,
The sun, the stars and the moon above,
Had

It's Funky Enough

The D.O.C.

N.W.A and Their Family Tree

2008

One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth

It's Funky Enough

Dr. Dre

Concrete Roots

1994

One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth

Three-five in a wood she hit it
Three times, three times
Three-five in a wood she hit it
Three times, three times
Three-five in a wood she hit it

imma hustle hard until I die
Ain't no pouting round here nigga pennies by nigga pie
Thats my slice of ghetto heaven
I talk to god fuck the reverend

What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below

the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed

like Brick but he flaccid
He got a new whip but I know he gon' crash it
He's one crappy critic not backed up by rapping
Knows nothing 'bout it, sheesh

Eels, men like slugs, And not as good
And nothing
Getting your last paycheck at a harbor
At a factory, at a hospital
At an aircraft plant, at a
Penny

bodies and vaccines
Disc jock needles speak for the people
Thank god hip hop is legal (Legal)
Broken stereos that can't be muted
Twisted images from

the haystack I'm the needle
How the fuck you claim your love me when you fuck other people
You always listen to them hoes and let'em come in between us
I guess

in the honesty
My twenty thousand leagues ending
Grants sardonic fatigue
(The view from this here segue crowds
A listeners nothing special simply

of baretta
Whores trick the sedement left by regiments passed
There's nothing more expensive per pound than ass
And you could laugh now, sitting back, distant

A look in her eye, driven by need
Get the rum out... It's gonna be a late one

This is wild, no holds barred
All kinds of fun, top draw hard
Needles

the
Can in the bandwagoners swag of the century
Mackin' a bitch or three
I hear it was nothing trying
To crack it eventually
Rappers that mention me
Boy, I

a track
Only list longer than regrets we share
Are ones we're keeping yap
So don't mind me
Need two or three to ease the chat
And these lights have become

Mirror broke when I went by 
This ain't right, and you know it
I can't help it that nothing goes right 
Fortune teller told me I might die, yeah 
Pennies