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like Strawberry 
Them niggas jerk Chicken, My Glock Curry 
Fuck nigga we gon pull up , Don't worry 

Dirty boy you so soumoun keep my name out yo mouth

I be grippin' and rippin' I'm hittin' the track
I'm back by popular demand
Words I'm flippin' I ain't skippin' a beat let's properly do this man
Oh

grind

And them niggas ratting on me
But I promise to keep it gutter
I'm slinging out for real
I'm slinging, I know in that building

Niggas know what up

Warrior Chiefs

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

will suffer my wrath.

[Buddha Monk]
It's assassination day, so the devil now prays
That the bombs from this God don't sound no alarms
Now y'all stay

bitten off
I've shown my influences reverence
Flown by intuition
Made known my preferences
For the freshest princes and the jazziest of Jeffs
If you happen

freedom so I found some peace in all my plugs
That's just how it go a caged bird stuck up in the cut
Still on my shit independent
Overthink cause I know my

(Yah)
Love kills so I killed it back and I left behind a few Jane Does (Damn)
Are you keeping it broke and real or would you rather be fake and rich?
Feel

(trumpet playing off-key notes) aw man!
Put that ol' dumb horn down hey Jazzy
Jazzy show this boy what some real
Music 'posed to sound like he he ha!

All you niggas copies like a shadow clone
Got the forbidden scrolls, so now you can't scroll by me

Flippin' through the timeline, you can't stop
I

fight tonight
I wanna get this draw
And move past what seems light
And it isn't by force
To drag on feelings
You know I hate that
Not appealing
All that

in a tidal wave
Can't even look at a blade and so I never shave
I get irrational fears and timidity
cnd cold cold sweat from anxiety
Man I'm feeling

myself with
Real wealth and deeper learning
You see, fashion's just a flash in the pan
What's classic stays classic 'till
It's fashioned again
So I'd

A Star Is Born

R.A. the Rugged Man

Die, Rugged Man, Die

2004

guys think
Yo, are's definitely one of the illest lyricist I've ever heard, that's real
R.A. man, he's comin' out, guns blazin' baby, boom, watch out

ting (huh)
I'm in, then I'm out, don't kiss that girl, I put ball in her mouth
You know like, that way, that way (that way)
Got the drop, so my young

have money for a pacifier,
so I sucked on the valve off a Goodyear tire...
a seven pound, eight ounce, son-of-the-south
born with a taste for racin' in

Hoe
You ain't got to cough or nothing
Mob gang nigga
I'm tired of playing with these niggas man
Real shit
Bitch I been rolling up some damn biscotti

like I’m Tadeo 
He falling aprat he a toy like potato 
 Bald head money I feel like Jeff bazo 
Black n white diamonds hit they not Racial 
Sprinkle

Having Fun All Wrong

Roger Creager

Live Across Texas

2004

especially when you're with the ones that

Bring you so much laughter and good times

But that river it ran so low

That only means you go real slow and you