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thank God I made it

Elevated 
Got a lil piece of the pie
You really wanna take that from me 
You really wanna feel that BOAW

In God I trust, seen

I'm in your mind
I'm talking 'bout Royce, Eminem and N9ne
Talking 'bout Marshall, Aaron and Ryan
Following them 'til the day I die, following them 'til

dig 
Could do it myself cause mags come in issues 
Their Uncle Sam taught me that y'all call em clips 
See I'm from the dirty like cole from the dirty

a brain of Mrs. Obama
One semester left from being the first earning yo diploma
Came too far to throw it away by trying to model for FashionNova
Not trying

ah
Ah, (I) popped the jitty like balloon, ah
Ah, (I) popped the jitty like a, aye
Bitch I'm lil' Chubs, yeah that's me, not gon' argue
And I'm from

the way I created fame out of folklore
And got bigger than Tom Hanks when he was playing by the Zoltar
I'm shinin' my light with the passion of Christ,

'm Mr. T now
Scratch off in this foreign
Watch how I get followed by dick chasers
They say my money fake, cause there ain't no way I got this much paper

I be talking to myself, I know I'm not like them I ain't no regular rap nigga and I don't
Dress like them From the home of homicide, but I don't

up a Draco from my nigga slick
& blick wit a switch dat will solve him
I am so awesome i am so awesome
No worries cuz my niggas spinning da bend in da

on the plug with these counterfeits
I really come from none, I was robbing I was hitting licks
I was fucking with him but I realized he a slimy dude
Butt naked

and shit ain't get us nowhere
I just speak my mind and keep it real and this just how I feel
You know how I was behind you, Mr. Quick to up the steel
But you

the beats to make you bounce keep you all feeling good
Introducing new sounds from that kat Mr. Smooth
Get in the groove get your praize on let the spirit

outerspace
Tryna fill they voids till they start running outta space
Yea we run the tracks but this is not a race
I gotta Marathon mind can you keep my pace

America

Society

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves, you a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid, you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic

Mind" so long (Yuh)
Got me to invent a
New album in this past week (Past week)
On my "Agenda"
Your raps cappin' like the scout (Ha)
And you faker than

and sleep
Ice ice, lil' baby
Feelin' Christ-like
My life like a prize fight lil' baby
Boy, I'm trained for this
Where I'm from, them boys be stayin' dangerous

to make my decision based off the shit from a witness
Had to listen to learn i had to learn from my misses
My Lyric she love me and she adore all my kisses

Gonnee
Y'all know who the fuck it is Nigga
Mr no need for a introduction
The man the myth the legend
Haha
I go by plenty names that is
Keep them

First of all I'm the Motherfuckin man where I'm from
Catch me riding down I-65 with a Tommy gun
All my niggas bang half of them niggas on the run

being brochureal on that bitch

I go by the name of Mr. Nino
Introduction, all these lil' nats
Tryna suck up on my reproductive organs
But I got this shit

on a thot
Rapid action 'round these parts before I park I spin the block

I'm from Noblet Avenue
Been here since cookies and apple juice
Rip Mrs Cookie,

cousin like 
I got the P's help me bag it up
Came through with the vacuum seal
Pack was shipped by lunch
If a nigga ever spend the night
Get him gone by

Hilltop Flava (No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn)

M.O.P.

The Projects Presents: Balhers Forever

2000

Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"*}
{*Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"*}

[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
Ah one-two y'all (HUH) can I get my emcee on?

performance 
Wit varying formats from floormat endurance to go shake your own ass 
Supported by daughters who are loved by their fathers hardened by mothers who