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Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

motherfuckers can't even handle what I throw y'all (yo, yo)

Yo, ever since a shorty I was hard-headed and angry
And mad complex and wouldn't let nobody change

Cause I can do bad all by myself

I'm cold but I'm giving them hell
I told my ex to excel but she wanna compel
She didn't listen so oh well
Now it's

Don't do watchu don't wanna do
Do whatever makes your soul Happy
Distracted by negative traits
Circling around coming yo way
Do whatever makes your soul

life back
I had took a good look at the game & n****s so plain (plane), I wouldn’t even hijack
Fxck around & pop up on yo iMac/ prollly sippin DONATO

Cold Places

Ice Cube

Raw Footage

2008

six!)
Your honor, Osama, Obama
Even, yo' momma, ain't fuckin' with my comments
They want us to quit, forget
And not give a shit about these sick

break the yolk
Sick of dropping tears writing raps by the stove
Everything I known gone and left me alone
When I made it to Your sun dance I felt at home

wit' her
My new chick so bad I’m going to church
Wake up, blow gas, get straight to work
Tried to play yo song it was ass and too much purp
I play my

Yeah 
Paradise
311 Music
311 Music
My heart be thumping like this beat bitch
Careful on this ship you guaranteed to get sea sick
I love yo girlfriend

Saying why in the world are you people...

Yo, I’m gonna preface this by saying
I’m a sickness to the system
On a mission to the realness of the spirit
Oh

with these hoes
My nigga i had to dip 
Was growing sick and tired of my family suffering
So who you playing with
Who you playing
My nigga who you playing

my brother
Oh uh oh my sister
Name them one by one one two three four five
Poverty na disease and me I no want to sick
Jah wey dey here for we problems

your blood to fill this fuckin' flask with
So instead of just walkin' by yo
Just say whoop whoop and I'll know you're a juggalo

A fuckin' wicked juggalo

to get evicted
Can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who
Really is yo' friend
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressin

Noorotic

Redman

Dare Iz a Darkside

1994

The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatever 
Rainin' on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas 
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin' 
I got

and brothers
Always makin' her sick
So she gave up on em now
She's just attracted to chicks
But she never seen a man with a soul as clean
He fightin' to be

Yo, B (just pass the blunt, man)
Turn your speakers up, money
Yo, God (yo, God?)
Yo
Yo, I got mad skills
Isn't that Money?

New York, New

take whenever but I can’t take a loss
We fuck like it’s a shift or some she come from 9 to 5
I send yo bitch a gift or some and she looked so surprised

Yo 14
You got another one

Tryna talk to You
But I cannot hear Ya
Cause all of this sin
Got me feeling withdrawn
I'm losin' my patience
I'm falling

The Planet

Gang Starr

Hard to Earn

1994

Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm

Hook:

I'm from click clack, Rich City/
Bitch that, means the cliques wit me/
This that, sick gritty/
Richmond music now get wit me/

I'm from click

your memories fade
The bass hits hard
I wasn't meant to be played
You thinking I was tripping
Had my head rearranged
You hung me out to dry
I'm so sick

bitches do you dirty like yo kitchen 
You da same im da difference I don't have no competition 
So give Sensei his props bitch I am what you're not bitch

a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!

I'm a sick