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Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
'Cause I

M.I.A.

Missin' Linx

2001: A Rhyme Odyssey

2000

shit, we come wit tons
You could never see these ones, just our mothafuckin' guns

M-I-double S-I-N Linx, missin' in action
The artist formerly known

in no one but myself and now I'm moving by my lone, by my lone, by my
I'm never pushing on no smoke, it's just that shit that's in my lungs
Remember

bout his gang or nothing
Yeah, so try if you want, n**** die if you want
Uh, got my gun in the back
but I got searched in the front
In this b***h for

I'm ratchet
Got me in my zone
Turn up baby turn up
When I turn it on
Hold up hold up
Hold it pose it
I pop out I'm fresher then roses yea
I been grave

to a gun they took a whole piece of me
Every day I wake up the first thing thats on my mind
Visions of my son in the streets lord why? (Lord Why?)
Everybody

a rave
Got em dancin n shit tryna get out da way
Understand niggaz wan get in my way
N its smiles in my face but dont want me to make it
If I let up now

mess
I lost it all once before 
Shit I'd kill for a check 

I come from Stockton, my story written with caution 
Claiming her man fled the city but in

our hoods
Peace officers are homicidal 
They spill our blood
By dumping lead into our vitals
Man in if I could
I'd get rid of all their rifles 
It ain't

Play With Us

Kevin Gates

Signed to the Streets 3

2018

with us

Niggas know they be super goofy, they can't hang with us
She live for show, I just bought Chanel because she pigeon-toed
Pinky rose, I ain't

tho
Yo

I took some time out from rap
Focused on other businesses
N***** swear I got money
I’m not even n**** rich
Got fry out some bigger fish
I’m in

I love to play Icarus
Treading the water
Red lips and liquorice
Stretching a dollar
Flyer as a mother fucker
Smooth, on some bread n’ butter
I ain’t

(yeah)
Yellow track suit like Bruce lee
Smack the shit out you like NIP, I'm in the lab fuck a vip
Rip off a tab n I trip, I don't do zannys lil bitch
Fuck

Imma live by the gun and die old in Miami
You can tell how it’s cut from the name on the baggy
When I was 13 I sold stamps thru the alleys
Gun poking

Waffenlauf 
Und die Szene geht in Flammen auf wie 'n Drachenmaul (Apocalyptic)
Lilane zählen, will nur Lilane zählen
Ich schwöre, niemals im Leben Peace mit

As I begin to write the scripture
This prophecy I tell shall paint a picture
Using the
Tip of a brush that's sharp enough to puncture
Holes in

Drop the beat for me
Wanna make sure that you hear me loud and clear if you ever wanna beef with me
I'm not a racist I hate equally
Get in my face

Remedy

Game

Doctor's Advocate [Clean]

2006

another victim of a 1-8-7
Who's the gream reaper with your life in his hand
Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blammm
So kick back and watch

guns
Drive-by's like, "quiet on the set", then action (boom)
Now, all your homies keep passing
Well, it's sad enough
N**** you once trusted is now your

die Gun
Du hörst "Pam pam" wie bei Nintendo
Und Rapper hab'n 'nen abgehackten
Kopf in ihrer Fanpost
Euer Leben ist ein Witz, Dicka
Wir regeln die Hit's,

daai talks in die paradise dock en rook 'n four pipe
I’m heart sore, thought we heavy tight, how could you pack up and line
Like that bra, you told me

Ima talk my shit nigga
Yeah
Look
These niggas don’t know Rico all they know is that I’m from the rose
I move in silence ima smooth talker if I do

now
Year ago i had no dreams 
Was rappin in da lobby 
Freestyling over type beats 
Time went by fuckin flyin 

Now with da gang 
We be making it boom

my grind
Don't say my name out in public it send chills through your spine
I scammed that n**** out his pape stop looking for it bitch it's mine
You