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by the energy
I only plan on stopping when them jets fuel
Sparked up a back-wood and took a chest full
Thirty-two thousand feet it got me elevated

I'm aware this is most likely your first time hearing me
Hello
I grew up down south among the palm trees with Mickey Mouse 
And a basketball hoop in

the ledger (Ledger)
Fuel the transaction with ether (Ether)
Pay a percentage to Caesar (Yeah) 
Then run go get me a visa (I'm out)
Almost that time for some

tough, some slight, like a power puff
Lemme mix it up, dirty sprite in a double cup
Took my shades off, she wouldn't ready, she said it's too much
Lemme

repay
So I might as well pave the way
For myself in this music by quittin' school
And usin' all my time to fuel
These bars in my head, so I can start

Don't involve my name with no mix-up
Pole on my waist, got my 'ting tucked
Have your mum putting flower by
Your grave while pouring
That liquor like she

the fucking Scene 
I don't claim to be a G 
But I was raised in the streets 
And I only rep varsity 
I'll complete all of my dreams by the age of 19 
If I don't

the giant knobs
The porthole where you see the
Earth for the first time
The corrugated fiberglass interior walls
The parially reclining G-force lawn furniture

the Mystery machine

Yeah you’re a G-O wait NO G-H-O-S-T oh noooo


I’m not an option, I’m the main event

My time was wasted, but I dot want it back

I’m good

ain't, Beat oppression
With, Music, Til, It hurts
Sight, For the mind, Have a good time!

I represent, Educated
Underpaid working
Class poor
Overruled, By

Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

Mobb Deep

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits [Clean]

1997

jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses

mi gal dem in di black lace
This just a small ting one likkle taste
Tek a likkle sample no time fi waste
Mix up di treble and tun up di beass
Mr.

Lefty Van Lowe:

Making moves 'til me and my niggas make the offers 

Money matters I learned that from the shadow walker 

I like the G Wag, my moms

Making moves 'til me and my niggas make the offers 

Money matters I learned that from the shadow walker 

I like the G Wag, my moms probably do

locked 
Release
Grave robbing 
Childhood dreams 
cnd Solomon died out of key 

Satellites
Were built by men who kept their eyes to the sky 
You can't

That year at gwagztown kingdom
We light it up while playing snooker
Yo
I ain't here to beef
Come on your skit 'n the 'g gets rich
None of your laws

Yeah, someone call the villains
Someone call the heroes
Tell them that I'm livin' like I'm both
Call me Pete Rose
Livin' by the G code
Never F

more,

I write barz on my own ahcourd 

I'm with Rhimez and dave 

Smoking high on grade 

My g no time for hors 

Too much time was wasted 

busy fucking

Money 2 Fold

Snoop Dogg

Personal Business

2001

fast, the upper class
Went from low life to a brother with cash

[Bad Azz]
Spending all of my time and like half my cash
Went from smoking dimes

theme music
Only delusion taking toll when I lean to it
Ain't no catching by surprise I already peeped forward
Time been collecting watch yo words almost

my time
I put a lot on this so now i can not quit
The mic on my grip nigga it can not slip
I don't mix with niggas coz I know they switch
I will not

By law I keep these tables clean
Eat steak with the freshest G's
Could be the King or Queensbury
I finish in first place so please

You better sense

C'mon!
Go...go...go...ugh..
Go...go...go...go...
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)

Squat!

Mike D

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you, man?
You know we got a party, man, get the other record
(Here we go)
One more time

It's